The sign read Keep Off the Grass.
But the quaint little fence, made of knobby, untreated wood resting in notched posts, was so low they couldn’t have meant it. And the little round garden, hardly bigger than a Brooklyn studio apartment, positively shimmered with moist green freshness.
Lily didn’t remember seeing this pa…
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