Dad gave me a look.
“Don’t.”
I couldn’t stop.
Anna leaned on her cane.
“My grandmother talked about you and Evelyn all the time.”
“Mara,” Dad said softly.
Anna’s expression gentled.
“Yes.”
That told me she knew more than I expected.
“Did Ruth own this land?” I asked.
Anna looked around.
“She did.”
“Why did she keep it?”
“For this.”
Dad frowned.
“This?”
“The garden.”
There was no garden when Ruth owned it.
Anna explained.
Ruth had once kept vegetables on the eastern strip.
Small rows.
Nothing like Dad’s operation.
After Mom and Dad bought their house, Ruth told them they could plant there.
Dad had forgotten the technical boundary because everyone treated the land as part of his yard.
When developers bought nearby lots, Ruth refused to sell the strip.
“Why?”
Anna looked at Dad.
“Because she didn’t trust developers.”
Brent coughed.
Anna glanced at him.
