Chapter 11Kieran and Layne were up by seven Tuesday morning. They wanted to lay out where Kieran wanted the paths before Robert and his crew arrived that afternoon. After breakfast they set to work, pausing occasionally to debate whether one of the paths on the plan they made should, in fact, make a curve they’d designated or not. They were in the midst of one such discussion when the truck from the garden center arrived, filled with flats of bricks and two dozen shrubs ready to be planted. Kieran had arranged for the pots of flowers that would be transplanted into the beds along the edges of the path to be delivered at the same time the second load of bricks for the front path, which wouldn’t happen for another two days.
“Where do you want everything?” the driver asked Kieran.
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