“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time,” I said, “and I just don’t think it’s good for me to be going out there all the time for no reason.”
“What do you mean?” asked Mrs. Scurfield. Clarke was eyeing me carefully from the couch.
“Because I feel like it’s a waste. A waste of my life." I looked around the room for a supportive face. "What do you think, Susan?”
“I dunno,” she began. “It’s just, like, stupid. They’ve been such a big deal to you.”
“They are a big deal to you, Matthew,” said Mrs. Scurfield. “Clarke tells me you planted my seedling in your front yard. Why?”
I was feeling ambushed. “Because that’s what you do with plants your friends give you.”
Mr. Hung had an enormous grin on his face.
"Bullshit," said Clarke.
“So none of you think it’s a good idea?” I asked, frustrated and meek.
“Of course not,” said Susan. She stood up. “Who wants wine?”
Susan took over my hosting responsibilities, so I was free to vanish into the haze of whiskey and beer. I woke up the next morning on my couch with a headache. I opened my eyes and saw Clarke sleeping on a chair. I wandered into my room searching for fresh clothes. Mrs. Scurfield lay on my bed snoring, face-down and fully-clothed on top of the blankets.
Susan was in the kitchen making coffee.
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Mr. Hung and Birdie didn't sleep over?
(Just kidding around. I'm reading on the edge of my seat)
The planted seedling. Is that REALLY why you planted it - because it was a nice gesture from Birdie?
Related to this, I'm thinking about a line I really like from an earlier post. " 'I can't revolve around you anymore.' I walked home and dug a small hole in the middle of my front lawn."
Jon: It means a lot to have you still reading.
Boyda: Yes, that is why I planted it. Honest. If there was another reason it was subconscious.
Sorry to say, but not too subconscious. It is all there back to back in that line " 'I can't revolve around you anymore.' I walked home and dug a small hole in the middle of my front lawn."
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