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Sandalwood [an excerpt]

Sandalwood [an excerpt]

Michael Carbone was my first real love. We had known each other in passing for most of our lives. We had gone to the same Catholic primary school and then the same Catholic high school, although he was four years older than me. Our fathers were friends. Our mothers were friends, too, but not for three days during the annual spring garden festival when they became rivals for the title of ‘Best Garden Over One Acre’.