Feeling a little jolt of hope at the thought, she turned her attention back to the class.
“Now we’re going to tie the cotton thread around the roots. Mike, Julie, you can help each other and I’ll help Claudia.” She showed them how to wrap the string around the ball of soil and moss. “Eventually this thread will disintegrate and the roots would spread through the moss and into the soil.”
“Like love.” Julie smiled at Mike. Her long dark hair was tied back in a ponytail. Mike leaned over and gave it a gentle tug before kissing her, while Lizzie’s heart broke anew.
“How is it like love?” Claudia asked as she wrapped more thread around the moss.
“Well, at first love needs your arms around each other.” Julie wrapped her arms around Mike, then she turned to Claudia and said, “But eventually, even if you let go, the love has bound you together on a deeper level, and you know the person you love is always there.” She released Mike, and their bodies remained pressed together.
Or you reveal that you’re not who the other person thinks you are and you crack right down the middle.
Claudia sighed. “I sure hope I find that someday.”
Lizzie felt her throat thickening and tried to quickly get the class back on track. “Okay, let’s get this finished so we don’t run too late.”
She cleared her throat to regain control of her voice, which was trembling with sadness she hoped no one else could hear.
“Now we’re going to take the bonsai and peat moss mixture and shape it into a ball, like this.” She focused on the ball of soil and moss and rounded it out to the size of a small grapefruit. The others did the same.
“Now that we’ve created this wonderful, bonded ball of dirt and moss.” She smiled at Julie. “The ball of love…” Fucking love. Stupid love. Stupid me. “Now we tear it in half and sandwich the roots between the two halves, reshaping the ball around the roots.” Her soil and roots fell apart. Of course they did, like everything else in my life.
“When it falls apart—because just like love, it’s tenuous at best…” She lifted her gaze and saw a horrified look on Julie’s face. She quickly added, “Kidding. I’m kidding. Like love, all you have to do is take a little care and add more of the mixture to bind it together.” She grabbed more soil and patted it into a perfect ball. “See? Now we’ll use the twine I set out beside the sheep moss. This part is tricky. It takes a bit of finesse to hold this part together. We’re going to cover the ball with your sheep moss and secure it with the twine to keep it from falling apart.”
“See? Like love, it takes finesse,” Julie said with a concerned look in her eyes, as if she knew exactly what Lizzie was thinking. “Nothing happens easily. Nothing worth having, anyway—right, Mike?”
“Right, Jules.” He leaned in and kissed her again. “Twine me,” he said, holding up the ball of soil.
Lizzie watched them work together to create a perfectly bonded string garden, and she found herself wishing life could be that easy. In less than an hour they had created a perfect blend of soil, moss, plant, and string—and last night it had taken her only minutes to tear apart the heart of the man she loved.
She forced herself to wrap up the class. “These are pretty simple to keep alive,” she said. “Just fill a bucket with a few cups of water and soak them for ten to fifteen minutes once a week.”
“Won’t it drip all over?” Claudia asked.
Lizzie smiled. “It can get messy, so I don’t suggest that you do this in your kitchen sink. But after you soak it, let the string garden drain in a utility sink until it absorbs all of the water and stops dripping.”
Julie stared at Lizzie as she said, “Just like love, once again. You have to flesh out all the excess baggage to get the good stuff to stick.”
“Are you a marriage counselor?” Lizzie asked as she gathered the buckets.
“No. I’m a high school guidance counselor. Kind of the same thing, only the marriages in high school tend to last about a week and end in tears.” Julie reached for Mike’s hand. “The few that last longer are the ones with the messiest sinks.”
***
AFTER WORKING ON Lizzie’s kitchen, Blue drove out to his cottage and worked for a few more hours, hoping to get some of his frustrations out of his system. When that didn’t even make a dent, he drove out to Cahoon Hollow and parked at the edge of the parking lot, thinking about Lizzie and how important she’d become to him. Not a minute passed when he wasn’t thinking of her, wondering what she was doing, how she was feeling. Hell, just last night he’d been imagining a future with her—and he still couldn’t imagine one without her. He’d told her there was nothing he couldn’t handle, and damn if that weren’t true. But this situation was proving to be a monster that wasn’t easily eliminated.