Maley might not have a green thumb, but she definitely winds up with a red ass!

“I never said I had a green thumb,” I whined to Stephen.

“This is beyond a lack of the color green,” Stephen said, “or even thumbs.” He indicated our pathetic garden, wilting away to nothing. Well, that’s not totally true. The garden wasn’t pathetic. The gardener was. Before Stephen had left on his most recent business trip, the little window boxes had overflowed with vibrant herbs — chives, parsley, cilantro, mint.

“Who kills mint?” Stephen continued incredulously, pointing to one of the shriveled plants. “Mint is practically indestructible. You can’t get rid of mint if you want to.”

I shrugged. “I told you I wasn’t a... Leer Más