Jenny and I seemed to have a natural affinity for each other without any awkwardness. XXX They bought clothes for me in the local village and I stayed for a week, sitting amongst Mom’s statues which were concentrated in one particular lawn encircled by a flower garden on three sides and the entrance to the forest on the fourth. She became more and more brazen as if she didn’t care about the consequences. Were my Jenny and Mom’s Jenny the same woman? Perhaps, dwelling upon the story, Mom began to desire a similar experience for herself in her final days. Your mother isn’t there, she’s here in our gardens. Jenny was approaching me now with the usual tray of fruit, snacks and juice.




















