I got an email from the elderly man. No name on it.  He referred to a plant he had for me, and if I call first he will be out of sight, so we won’t have to talk.  Not talk?  How bitter is he?  I am not bitter at all.  I would like to still be friends.  That might not be a good idea—actually I’m beginning to think it’s impossible, because he seems to hate me now.  That’s sad.

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