For the first time in years, my laughter had nothing to do with proving someone wrong.

PART 22: The Garden with Four Paths

We opened the resort garden the following spring.

Its paths curved around an olive tree and met at a broad stone bench facing the ocean.

The walkway was smooth enough for wheelchairs and strollers, and children could reach the small beds of herbs without climbing a single barrier.

The committee held a modest dedication.

I brought the children because they had spent months listening to me talk about plants, paving stones, and the difference between a drawing and a place you could actually walk through.