“We’re talking about the types of homes people live in,” replied Garden Irene. “I told them.” Not a sound was heard. And then, she said, “I thought it was another interesting type of dwelling, so I told them.”
Garden’s parents were very still. They looked at each other, then without allowing his anger to show forth, her dad took over, as was the usual custom in their household. “Garden Irene,” he began, “this is something we’ve talked about before.”
Garden’s head hung low as she realized the disappointment conveyed in her parents’ expressions. She’d broken the special trust that they had always had between them. She wondered if they would forgive her or ever trust her again.
Garden’s dad continued. “M
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