7
SAVANNA
Jessica bent over in her sky blue, baby doll dress and gently squeezed the eggplants one at a time. “They need to be plenty firm, with just a little give.” She made a delicate snort. “Like something else I can think of.”
Bending over, inspecting each leaf, turning them over to examine the underside, nodding now and again as if the vegetables were whispering to her the secrets of life.
“When I first moved in with Lorenzo, I knew nothing about gardening. But he’s taught me a little at a time—about a lot more than cultivation and fertilizer.” She wagged her eyebrows at me.
“That’s nice of him,” I said, wanting to ask her to expound. My pulse ramped at the thought of asking her what it was like to be so completely adored.
Did she ever feel smothered? My fist gently tapped again
