Page 198 of Seasons of Love
I’ve also completed Ellis’s backyard and already have a bunch of his neighbors asking when I’m free to help them redo theirs, which will be challenging since I'm about to start a new job working with Callan at Reed's farm.
Gerald's face when I resigned from the store will forever be framed in my memory as an unforgettable and totally satisfying moment.
After passing my GED exams, I decided I want to go to college and study landscape design, starting off with becoming a landscaper.
I guess all those books my mom read with me gave me the knowledge to do the job, but now I want to take it further and eventually start my own company.
I’m not afraid to dream and even less afraid of my dreams not coming true. The best one has, so the sky is the limit.
“I can’t believe this is your last weekend before school starts again,” I say.
“I know. I missed the kids though. It’ll be nice going back into the classroom. Although now I’ll be looking forward to my vacation time a lot more,” he says.
“Did you see the letter from Gloria’s new attorney?” I ask.
He nods, eating a bite of his pancake. “It’s very generous of her to transfer Sienna’s trust fund to Sara.”
“Sienna never said anything about coming from money, and she never behaved like she cared about it that much. I guess what she and my brother had really was as true as love can be.”
“Hmm, it’ll be a nice story to tell Sara one day,” he says.
We clean up from brunch and then take Sara back home to Florrie, who’s pretending she’s not dating Brian, even though he comes over for dinner almost every night.
The Academy has an early happy hour, so we head up to the bar for a drink before dinner. I see Tyler sitting alone, nursing a drink.
“Hey, Tyler, you okay?”
“Yeah, why, do I not look okay?”
Ellis raises a brow.
“No, you look fine, just…never seen you here on your own.”
He shrugs and downs the drink in front of him before waving to the bartender.
When he comes over, Ellis orders our drinks too.
“Ty, you helped me when I really needed it. Friendship goes both ways, you know?” I say.
He scoffs. “I don’t need a friend. I need an ax murderer.”
“Okaaay,” I mouth to Ellis,
“Does this have anything to do with the playground land?” Ellis asks.
Tyler scoffs again.
“The mayor said the name of the buyer was redacted. Are you trying to find out who it is? Is that it?”
Tyler stares at his drink.
“I know who it is. They didn’t redact the signature. Not that I needed to see it to know who the bastard is.”
“Oh. So, you know,” I say.
“Yeah, I know. Anyway, don’t let me be a downer on your date. I’ll go take my murderous thoughts all the way home. I have next week’s soup kitchen menu to plan.”
I turn to Ellis after Tyles leaves. “That was a little strange, right?”
