A late frost had killed all the bees; just as the plum tree began to flower. No pollination this Spring. No plums this Fall.
Seraphina didn’t quite know what she was going to do. Her abusive husband preferred plum sauce to tomato sauce. “Demanded” would be a better word. If he didn’t get his way in everything he would get angry and violent. Where in the name of goodness was Seraphina to find enough plums to make her annual batch of sauce?
In the end she found a difficult but simple solution: she packed her bags and left.