The tutor had just gone for the day and I wandered into the garden. I pulled up a few weeds here and there and chatted with my landlord's helper, and watched the sunset.
It was the first time I'd spoken to her in a long time. I do not know why it was, but I did not speak to my landlord and his family very often, though they were my neighbors.
This troubled me more than the problems in the garden, but I did not know what to do about it. I prayed the little book about the resurrection of Jesus that I had given my landlord's family would help.
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