When she was back home, Lisa spent the remainder of the afternoon in the garden, trimming the bushes and hoeing the soil. She thought about the plants that had been on special offer in the hardware store and planned on purchasing them tomorrow when she finished work. She was sitting at the patio table, sipping a cool drink of water when Marcia, the professional who lived upstairs, walked into the garden, a cigarette clutched in one hand.
“I’ve been trying to give up for ages,” she said, wrinkling her nose up in distaste.
Lisa smiled, “My dad smoked for years. He found it hard, but if you really want to, then you will.”
“Well, patches haven’t worked or the gum, looks like it will have to be good old fashioned will power.” Marcia smiled ruefully and sat down by the side of Lisa. “How are
