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That same evening some neighbors gathered outside. “Every Friday the garbage truck driver stop to look at that garden when he’s on his route,” said Mrs. Young. Grandma Bea smiled. “Every day Maya tend to that garden.” “My children could water the plants,” offered Miss Katrina. “They was calling that spot ‘Sunflower Alley’ today. We was surprised that anything grew there at all.” “I’m thinkin’ we could all help,” said Auntie Claire. “Many hands make light work.” Maya scowled. “I don’t need no help with my garden.” Grandma Bea frowned at Maya. Their neighbors drifted away. “Those people was tryin’ to help,” she said. 14