The air smelled of cut grass.

It was an ordinary afternoon, which had become my favorite kind.

PART 19

Lily’s sixth birthday arrived on a Saturday bright enough to make the kitchen curtains glow.

Dad had spent three days planning a treasure hunt in the garden.

His clues were terrible.

One read, Where the green things grow, but not the green things in the refrigerator.

Lily solved it instantly and informed him that grown-ups needed better riddles.