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36 Nora Roberts “Not quite, but I gave it a good run. And because I did, I’m not much in the mood for the weekly report. ” “Obviously well deserved. We can do it tomorrow. ” “Just tap me any evening after the kids are in bed. ” “Yeah. We ran into each other, as it seems everyone in Tennessee does eventually, at Wal-Mart. He’s ﬁnished his book and appears to be raring to go on our project. He’s going to want to interview you, and Hayley among others. ” “No. I’m raring, too. I’ll let you get started on that bath.
She smelled of the eucalyptus and pennyroyal she’d make up into a bug repellant. ” She picked up another pot. “I still miss her, and she’s been gone nearly thirty years now. Fell asleep in her glider Black Rose 47 on a hot summer day in July. She’d been deadheading in the garden, and sat down to rest. She never woke up. ” “Well, she claimed to be seventy-six, but in fact, according to the records she was eighty-four. My daddy was a late baby for her, as I was for him. ” As she spoke, Roz continued with her potting.
And built almost singlehandedly, he thought. The Harper money may have given her a cushion, he decided, but it took more than funds to create all this. It took guts and vision and hard work. Had he actually made that lame, clichéd comment about her skin? English rose, he thought now and shook his head. Like she hadn’t heard that one before. In any case, it wasn’t even particularly apt. She was no delicate English rose. More a black rose, he decided, long and slender and exotic. A little haughty, a lot sexy.
In the Garden Trilogy, 02, Black Rose by Nora Roberts