Chapter Four
“How’s it coming?” Belinda asked. Sarah looked up from the row of sprouting plants she was tending and wiped the back of her hand across her forehead. It was very warm today.
“I guess it’s coming okay,” she replied, “but I really don’t know for sure. I never planted a vegetable garden before. How can I be sure that what I’m pulling up is a weed?”
“Simple,” Belinda shrugged. The denim shorts and black t-shirt she wore fit her athletic build snugly. “If it’s not growing along one of the rows, it’s a weed. If it’s growing along a row, but not according to the spacing, it’s a weed. Pull it up and toss it away.”
“That’s what I’ve been doing,” Sarah said. “This is hard work. The weeds never give up.”
“As long as you’re here, you’ll have to earn your keep,” Belinda said. “Maybe
