At around eight o’clock in the morning, Edison was woken up by a noise coming from outside. Perfect time. He could catch the bus at nine to go downtown for he was still missing a few herbs.
Passing Gina’s house on the way to the bus station, he heard George’s furious voice, “A son of a b***h cut my trees. Two trees! I have spent so much time taking care of them and someone chopped them off in one night. No matter who he is, I will get him to pay for this!” Edison could feel his anger and regret in his voice. He felt a little bad cutting down the two trees, but it was for George’s daughter Gina.
Fanny knew that it must be Edison, she was impatient and avoided George’s wide-open eyes, “They’re trees, not people. Grow more if you want. Stop making a scene George!”
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