Er, well, at least that’s what I’d like to think. As
Angelica laid out the details of the last months of his life, the indifference
she conveyed was shocking.
“I moved in,” she explained glancing at the snow falling
outside her window, “ and I just never thought to water it.”
And that was that. No remorse. No regret. Not even a second
thought about the life she had so carelessly snuffed out. I cast a glance in
his direction.
Sad, sad plant.
