Chapter 4

Hannah was always excited to see me.

"Hey! Oh I have so much to tell you. Come here, let me see your reaction to this, you are gonna SHIT YOURSELFFF Motha Fuckaaa!"

I'd try to hold back, I hate fake laughter and never laugh as a favor. But god, when she'd say shit like that I couldn't contain it or hold my usual aloof face.

"God, calm down beetch" I replied playfully. "just show me already"

"Okaaaay; come onnn!" she growled, taking my hand we sort of stumbled into the kitchen like drunk fools, now we were both laughing; colliding into the back laundry room where an old door lead to the small dark concrete slab and steps.

Down we careened and the honeysuckle welcomed us, and the smell of dirt, and there was a small freshly dug up rectangular area. Right between the slab and edge of the duplex. In it were scattered herbs, freshly planted, that rich green against the wet earth.

She just stood there at the corner of the last step, smiling like the flowers, warming the atmosphere like the sun, facing me...still a few low laughs bubbling out in authentic joy.

"That's fucking legit Hannah" I chimed.

"Come here," she said, dropping to her knees and tugging me down with her, she bowed to the sage and whispered, "breathe this! Have you ever felt any better?"

I hadn't.

"...and this, here, over at the edge, I mean FUCK, let this speak to you Felix! Holy god of ted danson, it's so fresh, so REAL."

"..shit, that is nice" I half whispered.

"uh huh" she exhaled. "I like it when I can tantalize you with simplicity."

We knelt in that spot and she explained all the ways her herb garden would be exploited by us...brunches...drunken nights...home made spices...remedies.

Remedies.

Just stupid shit. But for us, two who are discovering how we are as every day explorers of what now seams like a dream...remedy.

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We Sold Funeral Flowers - Chapter 4

Chapter 4