Chapter 12
Etan jumped when he heard the front door open. He’d gotten so deeply into his grandfather’s book about threats to pollinators, his grandmother’s pink blanket tucked in around his knees, that he hadn’t realized how much time had passed.
“Hey handsome,” Alex said, walking through toward the kitchen with his arms full of paper bags. “Let me put these down.”
“What have you got so much of?” Etan pushed the footstool aside and stood, stretching his arms over his head. The ceiling was low enough that Alex could easily reach it, but it was a few inches above Etan’s fingertips.
“All the lettuce and spinach we’ll ever need. My reward for asking around about food preservation. You’d be amazed how many people here have small greenhouses and gardens already. Now if we can just figure out
