Hai’s House Concrete Guy - The Monday Morning Memo

“We waited till she went inside, then crossed the highway and opened the gate in the picket fence that was about to topple over from the weight of all the Carolina jasmine. Add that to the chive, dillweed, and lemon balm growing around the porch and the smell could knock you over.

We stood on the porch in the pink light shining off the house. June bugs flickered all around, and music notes floated from inside, sounding like a violin, only sadder.

My heart kicked in. I asked Rosaleen if she could hear it beating, it was that loud.

‘I don’t hear nothing but the Good Lord asking me what I’m doing here.’ She spit what I hoped was the last of her snuff.”

- Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, p. 68

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