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Later, after Eric and I had dinner together, we finished a bottle of wine outside on the back patio.
“You know what this yard needs?” he asked, looking over my backyard.
“What?”
“Flowers.”
“Flowers?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t it too late for flowers?”
“Not if you get the right kind. Come on,” he said, pulling his key fob from his pocket. “Let’s go shopping.”
Eric drove us to a Home Depot not far from my house, and we picked out a few flats of zinnias to plant in the front and back yards. While he was standing in the long patio check-out line with other shoppers who’d filled their shopping carts with mulch, fertilizer, planters, and other assorted garden items, I slipped away, claiming I was going inside to find the bathroom. But I really just wanted to sneak away to get an extra set of house keys made for Eric.