**RESTORATION KIT.**
A courier delivered it to Kelsey the next afternoon.
Less than an hour later, she called.
“What did you send me?”
“My wedding gift.”
“You sent me dirt!”
“I sent you everything you said would grow back.”
She noticed the numbers.
“You expect me to plant 286 flowers?”
“No. I expect you to restore 286 memories.”
She offered to hire a landscaper and pay double. I refused.
Finally, she demanded to know what I wanted.
“Come here every Saturday until the garden is restored.”
She said she would never spend her weekends gardening.
I told her she could refuse, but then I would tell the family that the flowers she claimed would “grow back” apparently needed someone to do the work.
