Today's OneWord: Gardener

"Who's the new gardener?"

The new gardener is not, in fact, a new gardener at all. She has been working on and off for the Mills Residence ever since she was seventeen years of age; that was almost six years ago. She goes to a particularly temperamental patch of weeds and pulls her gloves back on. They smell faintly of lilacs and a trace of juniper.

Orville Mills is eighty-two years old. He has no idea who the gardener is, but he doesn't remember much of anyone or anything these days.

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