Jeff laughed. The sound scraped the back of his throat, old and rusty. He folded the letter back into its envelope and tucked it into his jacket. “I brought the bulb,” he said.
“Who would leave carnations here?” Mara whispered. Pale Carnations -Ch.4 Up.5- -Mutt Jeff-
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Later, Jeff walked alone through the quiet streets. He kept the crystallized single petal that had fallen from one of the flowers tucked in his jacket, warm against the night. He thought of sending it away, or burying it, or simply keeping it until it asked for release. He thought of Agnes and Elroy and Rosa, of Mara’s stubbornness and the way kindness sometimes looked suspiciously like mischief. He thought of carnations—stubborn, ridiculous, brave. “I brought the bulb,” he said
Elroy sat at the engine-of-a-smile that was the piano bench. “I played,” he said, sounding amused at the audacity. “Just a little, to test if the house remembers how.”