percabethforever

It was Ella's idea to hire a gardener for my mother's tulips. "I've been doing fine with them," I had said, a little surprised at the sudden suggestion. My sister had looked pointedly at the small patch of tulips that had previously encompassed the whole side yard. They were already dying, and the bulbs would have to be planted again soon. I had been planning an intense Internet search for that. "I'd like to see you do better," I had muttered, but agreed nonetheless. I left the actual hiring to my sister, though. Which led me to this moment, staring at a stranger on my doorstep and hoping rather desperately that there had been a mistake an