The stranger with a bow returned to his table. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. I’ve never had a homemade Thanksgiving meal like that.
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