Knowing that they weren’t in any rush, Sinead had allowed them to linger over their second cup of coffee. Though Avi always promised to be quick, Sinead knew her husband well enough to know he would never rush a meeting with a person in need of his help – in the bigger picture, Tanis’ situation wasn’t as urgent.<br/>The two women had eventually moved out to their garden. Their garden split into their front lawn and their back yard, connected on the side of the house by a narrow path skirted with a flowerbed; all of which was enclosed by a white picket fence. Sinead could laugh at the spectacle of it all.<br/>“You can leave the top branches,” she said, as she once again joined Tanis by the further most flowerbed where they had planted a row of young bushes last summer. Delicately, Sinead adjusted her dress in order to kneel onto her gardening apron. With a smile, she leaned in as if to share a secret. “I’m hoping it will grow a bit taller; these gardens are like fishbowls.”