Now that the date had come and gone, I felt as though a bit of a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, at least until next June. Would it be like this forever? I certainly wasn’t expecting my mother to ever forget about Marissa, but it seemed as though the pain of her death was as fresh to my mother as it had been when it first happened.
“This is looking better,” I said, standing up to survey the garden area that Allie had been working on. The previous neighbor, a woman named Bette, had kept the garden in good order for the first year we’d been here, but then her health started to decline, and as that happened, so did the state of the garden. I thought it was admirable that Allie was trying to get it going again, even though it was clear she didn’t really have a clue what she was doing.
“Look, I found a worm!” Declan said, proudly showing us the pale, wriggling thing held between his fingertips.
“That’s a good sign,” I said. “Worms are good for the soil, so if there’s worms in here, that means the soil is good.”
“He’s slimy.”
I kneeled back down and yanked out a few more weeds that were trying to push through the chicken wire surrounding the plot.
“Any idea what you’re going to plant in here?” I asked.
Allie, who was a few feet away from me, also on her knees, her back to me and giving me a nice view, shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “I know I’m pretty late in the game here. When I drive to work, I’m always seeing people’s beautiful gardens, and they’re definitely bountiful and flourishing, and while in my head I think that’s what I’d like, I know the reality is probably going to be quite different. What’s something I can plant now in the middle of summer?”
“Hmm,” I said. “I’m not so sure about flowers, but I know there are some vegetables you could do, like peppers or green beans.”
“Maybe I should do that. You know what flower I really like though? Asters. I wonder if I could get some of those.”
“Sounds like a trip to the garden center is in your near future.”
“Can we go with you?” Declan asked immediately. “I like the big room with the glass and all the flowers. It feels like a tropical jungle!”
“That’s the atrium,” I said. “It’s pretty cool, if you haven’t seen something like that before.”
“You know what I’d like to do?” Allie said. “I’d like to have a cookout. Do you guys have plans tomorrow?”
“Nothing in particular,” I said.
“Then why don’t you guys come on over tomorrow afternoon? That grill has been sitting there on the deck, looking a little neglected.”
“That sounds great.”
Chapter Fifteen
Allie
When I’d been growing up, one of my mother’s good friends had lived in an apartment that had a roof people could go on and hang out at; there were lounge chairs and a grill set up, and I did have good memories of hot, hazy summer nights, being atop that roof, looking out over the city while the smell of charcoal smoke wafted through the air.
That was what I had in the back of my mind as I got ready for the cookout that afternoon. I’d never actually used a grill before, but this was a gas one, and earlier that morning, I had gone to the store and gotten a fresh propane tank, along with several bags of groceries.
I stood at the kitchen counter and chopped vegetables for the pasta salad, and I thought about maybe stringing up some white Christmas lights outside. It was nowhere near Christmas, of course, but white Christmas lights looked good any time of the year, especially when they were outside, decorating the overhanging branches of a maple tree.
Cole and Declan came over around 4, Declan carefully carrying a Tupperware container full of some sort of cookies.
“I figured it’d be okay if we came over now,” Cole said. “I texted you a little while ago but didn’t hear back.”
“You did? I didn’t hear my phone, sorry. Actually, I’m not even sure where my phone is; I think I might have left it in the car.” I looked at Declan. “What’s that you’ve got there?”
“I helped Dad make these this afternoon,” he said. “Oatmeal chocolate chip. We made two batches. But the first one we had to throw away.”
“You did?” I said. “How come?”
Cole grinned. “I asked Declan to put the cinnamon in for me, but—”
“Dad gave me the wrong thing! He didn’t give me cinnamon.”
“I might have grabbed the cayenne by accident. Which we both realized upon sampling the batter.”