I’ve maintained it since he died.”
Dennis listened.
“Yesterday, your son rode a motorcycle through it and told me the flowers would grow back.”
I paused.
“And he’s right.”
Dennis looked confused.
“They will grow back,” I said. “I’ll plant new ones next spring.”
“But the complaints will continue.”
“The city will review the ordinance violations.”
“The traffic division will review the permit conditions.”
“The council member will walk through the neighborhood.”
“And the newspaper reporter will write whatever article she decides to write.”
I watched his face.
“Those things
