“Something smells delicious,” Conley said as he came into the kitchen late that afternoon. “My mouth has been watering for the last hour.”
Brian turned from the stove, smiling. “It’s a bit hodgepodge but I think it works. I didn’t realize there were herbs in the garden, too.”
“You name it, Alistair and I planted it,” Conley replied. “Okay, not quite true but sometimes it seemed like it. He planned on having an apple tree, after I gave him Sir Kenith, but that never happened.”
“Maybe we should get one, and an orange tree, too. Of course that would mean tearing up some of the lawn.” Brian went back to stirring the stew. “I’m not sure I like that idea. But in the front yard?”
Conley chuckled. “Then every kid in the block would be raiding them as soon as the fruit ripened. So stick to buyi
