Chapter 4

Even with an enigma for a landlord, my life was perfect. 3

During the first week of December, celebrities and sightseers asking for impossible additions and subtractions to their odd purchases strolled the aisles of Cuttings Nursery. I got home every night both physically and mentally exhausted. Every day I was feeling less and less like a successful doctoral graduate and more and more like a dropout.

One night after work, I walked past the Silver Star restaurant on my way to Stonewall Saloon. Inside, the gourmet eating place buzzed like a busy hive, with a handsome blond pointing at waiters, his mouth moving a mile a minute. I glimpsed my landlord, the nearly silent John, standing behind the beauty.