The Garden That Bites
I The garden at Magnolia Hall smelled of rot and jasmine, which was appropriate because rot and jasmine were what the Boudreaux family had always been best at producing: beauty that came from something dying, sweetness that grew out of something poisonous. Clara stood at the edge of the flower bed and watched Auntie Rose direct the tenant family through the rows of collard greens. Rose wore a...
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