I slid my portfolio closer to him. I’m just asking for a chance.
You’ve got aphids, Mykia said while peering at one of my tomato plants. No biggie.I breathed an enormous sigh of relief. So they’re not doomed?
Nope. I’ve got a spray. Made from chrysanthemum flowers. It’ll do the trick. Let me go dig around in the truck. It might be buried, but it’ll be there. Mykia had parked on my driveway, prompting a Mr. Eckhardt sighting. He watched us with an eagle’s pointed glare, but we ignored him.Before Mykia arrived, I’d spent the morning fretting about the health of my tomatoes. Trey had slept over at Colin’s, so as soon as the sun rose I’d brought my superstrength coffee outside and lay on the ground, watching the families of puffy green bugs congregate on the stems of my beloved plants. I had briefly flirted with the idea of tossing the hot coffee on them, then decided I was not only stupid but also possibly sociopathic, and texted Mykia instead.The garden was again morphing into something different. The flimsy young plants had taken root for the most part, and they were careening through adolescence like teens on a bender, their leaves seeking independence by growing into places I hadn’t predicted. Plants did not merely grow tall; they grew wide, curious about their surroundings, eager to seek nourishment from anywhere they could get it. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes I had to prune them back or watch a branch snap and wilt. My garden was a patchwork of failures and successes. I loved it.
But when it was threatened?Anger. The fury I felt at Jesse’s death, Lukas’s antics, and the mere fact that my well-planned-for future could no longer happen heightened my need to protect the few things I did care about. I wanted to scream and rage and storm. I wanted to squish those bugs into oblivion.
Those aren’t going to make it, Mr. Eckhardt said over the fence, startling me. The fruit will start turning black before turning red.
How do you know that? I knelt next to the plants as if to shield them from Mr. Eckhardt’s insults.That girl is funny. But hey, my mom just got home from work and is patiently waiting to talk to me.
Okay. See you tomorrow. I ended the call and went to my dresser for a swimsuit. When I turned around to shut my door, my mom stood there, leaning against the frame.That’s not a bad idea, she said.
What’s not?Checking the website to make sure your homework is done before you have lake time.