“Don’t listen to him. We’d love a garden,” Hattie insisted, glaring at her husband as the old lady hobbled away.
“The neighborhood is famous for her gardens. Why’d you say no?”
“She gives me the creeps,” sounded stupid, so he said nothing.
The garden was nearly complete when the Pitbull next door escaped and did some digging of its own.
Now neighbors congregate by police cruisers, gawking at the deep pits in their yards. “A body here too,” investigators keep saying as they dig up Mrs. Pembleton’s gardens.
