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had probably sounded a little hostile when making his
last statement since the multiple betrayals still stung him to his
core. It did tell him that she wasn't totally slavish to commands
though, assuming her story was true.
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Chapter
4 – Home Again, Home Again
    Blake's house was only about a fifteen minute drive from the mall.
It wasn't quite suburbia, the building lots were too big, but it also
wasn't a super high class area of town. Call it an upper middle class
neighborhood that had been developed from a small town which had
bordered the suburban sprawl of the big city. He was sure that within
a decade or two, suburbia would somehow manage to swallow this area
into its ever-devouring maw but for the time being, it was a nice
medium-sized house on a full acre that had been landscaped with
several fruit trees and an area for a garden. Plenty of room and then
some for a single man, but he had never planned on remaining single
forever and had made preparations in advance for his plans.
    Courtney looked up at the house when she got out of the car. She
looked at the driveway and the empty garage, over to Blake, then back
to the house.
    “Is this place all yours?”
    “Yes, it is. I don't have any roommates if that's what you
mean.”
    “It's beautiful, I don't think I've seen a back yard garden
since I was a child. Are those apple trees?”
    “There are a couple of apple trees, plus a couple of pear
trees, and one old walnut back in the far corner.”
    Courtney shook her head dreamily:
    “I never did thank you for keeping Raymond from hitting me
again. It isn't my place to complain about what my owner does to me
but I'm not fond of being beaten. I hope you don't think it
impertinent for me to say that.”
    “No, it isn't impertinent. I don't think I really understand
your position though. How can you claim to be a possession but also
claim to have preferences.”
    “Think of me like a pet, maybe? Your cat or dog doesn't want
to be kicked, it wants to be petted and fed. It's still your cat or dog though, your possession. Does that help you see my
position?”
    “Not really, but it gives me something to work with.”
    “Do you actually work that garden? If you keep me, would you
mind if I did?”
    “Some, I haven't used the whole thing, it was too big for
just me. But I do plant about a quarter of it. You're welcome to
plant the rest if I let you stay, or the whole thing if you can grow
what I normally would grow for myself.”
    Blake began to walk towards the front door, Courtney following
along behind.
    “What do you normally plant?”
    “I plant spinach for myself, also onions, garlic, tomatoes,
carrots, snow peas, broccoli, and potatoes. I blush to admit the last
but they taste so much better when you harvest your own. I also
normally put in a few other things to try each year. Just small
patches of the others but that's how I decided to add snow peas to my
list. The onions and garlic are already down for this coming season.
Plus, if you like gardening, there's an herb box in the back yard
that you can't see from here.”
    “Herbs? What kind do you have?”
    “I have a few rose bushes bordering it that I harvest the
rose hips from. In the herb box I have some mint varieties that are
heavily sectioned off from everything else, some anise hyssop,
borage, lemon balm, and chamomile. I don't grow much for show,
everything is either edible or is designed to draw in insects to
pollinate the rest of the plants. My grandfather used to provide all
his own vegetables and makings for herbal teas. I guess I picked up
the habit from him, it was reinforced after eating the commercially
available versions of the same things he grew.”
    “My mom used to grow lots of our food when I was growing up.
Nothing tasted better than food straight from the garden to the
table. I still miss it sometimes.”
    “Well, maybe you won't have to miss it so much any more. It
isn't straight from the garden but I normally grow more than I