My friends who were leaving soon did not call. I worked, cleaning the house, listening to music. I stayed home instead of riding into town. I cooked dinner. I went down into the garden.
The lilies were rising out of the ground, all in a row. There was a soft, pleasant scent in the garden and on the breeze. I wondered what it was.
I dusted the house, noticing a tiny trail of footprints leading up to my cat figurine. I found a tiny lizard had made the tracks, and was now hiding behind the figurine. It had at first appeared the figurine had made the tracks.
I wrote my monthly prayer letter and sent it. I thought about my friends and prayed and worried over them. Would I see them before they left?
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