Wanda felt the sun beat down. Her garden looked great, especially the cacti and Venus flytraps scattered around the doorways. Next week her father would deliver several tall thorn bushes for the front and rear windows. A state-of-the-art security system had just been installed yesterday, and Greer, the family’s best friend was now a semi-permanent resident, her bed now at the foot of Wanda’s.
Two days the ago, the last of the glass shards had been swept into the trash. It would take a lot longer to put a gleaming new window into her.