have asked me.”
She folded her arms.
“And would you have said yes?”
“No. My children eat that fruit. Their father grew it.”
Monica rolled her eyes.
“Well, Daniel isn’t here anymore, is he? Half of it will rot anyway.”
I couldn’t speak.
Ben was standing a short distance behind me, still holding his father’s cap.
His fingers tightened around it.
I stepped between him and Monica.
“These trees are not yours. This property is not yours. Don’t come into my yard again.”
“Oh, please. Grief has made you hysterical.”
