fancy to the gardener.” He had hoped to shock her. “Well, that’s very nice,” said Olivia. “What’s he like?” “Odd.” “Odd? Do you mean queer?” “No. I mean he’s odd. Fish out of water. Square peg in a round hole. Upper-class, public school, so what’s he doing being a gardener? Another thing—he doesn’t drive a car and he doesn’t drink. And he never smiles. Nancy’s convinced he’s hiding a dark secret, and for once I’m
Gardens for bees and the butterflies...
