A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

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“I knew the taste was wrong,” Arthur said.

“It is over now,” I said.

I took the yellow box of baking soda from the cupboard and measured a tiny pinch between my thumb and forefinger. I dropped it into the bubbling tomatoes, watching the white powder fizz as it neutralized the natural acid of the fresh fruit.

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