Chapter 7: The GardenerScott Sebold lived on the second floor at Chester House. His bedroom was on the left-hand side of the Colonial. He kept his dwarf-sized room immaculate: dust-free, everything in its place, no smudges on the two windows, a spotless floor, no cobwebs in the corners, and tidy baseboards. If one were to describe Sebold, they would have called him a talker, looker, saint, friendly, all smiles, and a proven botanist. I hired him a few years ago as my gardener when his wife ditched him because he liked men over women. Their childless marriage only lasted two years. Maria Caponi-Sebold found him being blown by their furnace man, Tate Crew. Recently divorced at thirty-five, he still looked like he had just graduated from high school, lucky bastard: narrow blue eyes, medium bu
