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Fitfully, our quarter-acre has been transformed in ways that make us pleased across the joys and melancholies of our lives. Now, faced with the drying of the earth, we must bring new knowledges to bear. This garden must survive. It is of our soul.
Dennis was the neighbourhood character. Full of good humour, he had a capacity for quipping his way through life — no one out-quipped Dennis. One day Dennis went to the Grand Prix. That evening he did not come home.
Our personal documents had been swept up with assorted hardware and carried away. Only after a sleepless night did the potential for mischief at our expense became clear. The burglars had assumed control of our identities.
I knew little about Chinese politics, but it suited me to be seen as a 'leftie', and a green hat with a red star left little room for political ambiguity. What appeared at first as wisps of hair were in fact the legs of a large creature attempting to step off the peak of my cap.
The old EJ was a last link to Betty. It was her pride and joy. She’d wash and polish it with the care most people reserved for their children. Betty had none. She was a "spinster".