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A Wagon for Marion’s Garden
Marion waved her hands neither this way nor that and looked at Bradley as though his question had not baffled her at all.
“What do you mean ‘what will we ever do with that’?” She seemed stunned. “You act like it’s a piece of rubbish I’ve brought home. I can’t believe how lucky I was at the Estate Sale this afternoon.”
They were standing on a heap of dirt behind their new suburban home. They hadn’t finished unpacking. The grass lawn had not yet been planted.
“Can’t you see how wonderful that wagon will look in the garden of our new home?” Marion asked.
“Let me try to phrase this another way,” said Bradley. “Where will we store this until we are ready to use it?”
“Right here next to the Burford’s solar panels,” Marion replied matter-of-factly.