Buttercup’s exact words as she came back inside the house after walking Elliott a few minutes ago.
She had in her hands the hydrangea we’d left on Miss Dorothy’s porch as a peace offering. Miss Dorothy, apparently, is not interested in our offering. She sent back our gift without note or explanation.
I don’t think we can get evicted because of Little Man’s kamikaze leaps from the couch during Mystic Force Power Rangers. Or because of my late night laundry. The puppy rarely cries in his crate anymore, but even when he does…well, I just can’t worry about that anymore.
We tried. Maybe she’s had a long sad life that can’t be undone by a blooming plant or by an extension of kindness. Do you know anybody else like that?
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