« Everyone? »
« Definitely everyone. »
I couldn’t argue.
She’d been an Army nurse during the Vietnam era.
The strange part was that Mrs. Bennett almost never came outside.
One afternoon, Mason finally asked her why.
I was standing beside him with a bag of groceries when he said, « How come you don’t sit under your tree? »
Mrs. Bennett looked toward the maple tree in her front yard.
Then she looked at the three steps between her porch and the walkway.
« How come you don’t sit under your tree? »
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