Chapter 3Spring felt like a minor miracle. Brian sat on the back steps of the brownstone, hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. The scraggly grass that grew in the backyard was beginning to green. It was a little chilly but he was determined to enjoy the fresh air. Being outside felt like something of a luxury after the past few months.
He saw the back door on the house next door open and the older woman come out. “Good morning, Mrs. Reinhart.”
She walked a few steps toward the end of her porch nearest him. “I see you acquired a couple of flower pots.
“One for the sage and basil, and I’m not sure what I should put in the other one yet.” Mrs. Reinhart had convinced him he should have some useful plants on his own porch.
“I’ll leave some marigold seedlings by my front door in a bit. You
