Day Twenty-Six: She Stoops to Conquer
The knotweed had a sign: Do Not Cut! Invasive Species!
Don’t recall, she thought. Don’t go backwards into that dark night. Stay here. “Hey. How long’s the sign been here?”
“The council put it up, about a year ago. You mean you never noticed?”
“Well, it was high summer when I was here before and maybe, if you didn’t cut it, it was covered over with Japanese Knotweed.”
“Possible. And possible you’re just not very observant.”