When a grown-up Lizabeth is granted the opportunity to return and apologize to Miss Lottie, explaining why she destroyed the marigolds a deep conversation took place between them.
Little had altered. Although less depressing, the neighborhood was nonetheless impoverished. My heart sank as I got closer to Miss Lottie's residence. Her urge to add some beauty to this planet had not faded.
There it was—a marigold garden, exactly like the one I once killed. putting an end to someone else's ambitions and goals after having my own ones crushed.
All of it was what I intended to tell her. I waited while I knocked. The door was approached by plodding, slow feet, and it was opened by shaking veiny hands.
We quickly sat down in her dim kitchen, facing each other towards marigold. I made an unsuccessful attempt to avert my attention. She didn't appear to care. I started.
"I apologize." Nothing else, no better ice-breaker, could I have said. She said nothing, so I continued. I'm sorry for spoiling or destroying your marigolds that evening, Miss Lottie.
She cast a downward glance. "I'm here to explain myself and apologize to you. Not a defense and not an explanation. I just… I want you to understand how I felt that evening.
Miss Lottie turned to face me, her gaze examining my features.
"I had just realized how unfair life was—finally grasped it. How miserable, miserable, miserable a life we were all destined to lead. My parents, my brother, and any future children I might have... And I was furious. I was upset because I felt powerless.
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