GARDEN TOUR

In the summer, the hottest days after we worked together, you would lead me around your garden.  The “garden tour”.  Usually with drinks in hand, or cigarettes, or both.  Your husband and your boyfriend were drinking, or smoking, or both, on the semi-screened in porch at the back of the house.  Your boyfriend said he’d finish the job but he never got around to it before everything was liquidated (as your ex-husband said).  Your ex-husband kept the house for awhile as you moved away slowly, to New Jersey (or New York?), with your parents and boyfriend or one or the other, we didn’t know, but your ex-husband kept receiving mail for you (and your boyfriend).  The address was either your parent’s or your boyfriend’s.