Despite Rose’s plea, I can’t stay another minute in this crazy house.
I rush out the door and stand on the stone threshold, breathing in the moist air of an eery fog.
The sun is an unfocused orb, unfamiliar, disorienting.
Rose comes behind me and stops short.
She throws up her arms.
“Not again! This will ruin my garden. Use the stones,” she says.
“Don’t you know by now?”
I need the day to end.
“Go on,” Rose says tugging on my arm. “Shake the bag.”
“What will happen?”
“Time to find out.”
And so I do.
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