The fact that Eleanor Howard had to have two thousand dollar designer jeans with hand-stitched embroidery on the cuffs before she’d even consider wearing them was amusing. That she was going to wear them while digging in the dirt was hilarious.
Well, technically, it wasn’t exactly digging in the dirt. There were a few balconies and rooftop patios where a gardener had brought in potted plants and arrangements.
It had been Elaine who’d gotten Eleanor into the idea of having a little rooftop garden. She and her brother lived in a tiny, two-bedroom beach house with a postage-stamp sized lawn, but Elaine had put together a Japanese-style garden, complete with Zen sandbox and a koi pond. Last fall, Jason had helped them paint the back fence, and the whole thing had a mystical feel. A tiny litt
