“Nora,” he whispered, “he has fallen asleep on me.” “Then do not move a muscle,” I told him, smiling.

“I have already spent far too much of my life lying motionless,” he whispered back.

Across the lawn, Brandon and Harrison were planting a young sapling that Raymond had bought in honor of the day.

“Why plant another tree?” I asked.

“The garden is already full.” Raymond looked down at the sleeping child against his chest.

“Anyone with money can buy a grand house,” he said quietly.

“But a true garden is planted for the people who have not arrived yet.