Mav stood a few feet away as I stared into the line of trees. The sun was setting beyond them, lighting their branches with a golden glow. The huge cypress I’d noticed earlier stood in this line, a few spots from where Gramps’ hole had been dug. Behind the trees sprawled about twenty feet of grass, edged on the far end by a wooden fence—the back end of Gramps’ property. Of my property, if I accepted it.
Episode 8: Compliments
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