flora
Flora isn't really aware of just how tight all of her muscles are, until Mateo mentions that it has to do with plants and she finds herself sighing out all the tension in one breezy exhale. "Oh," She says, laughing with shivery relief. "I thought it might be..you know, brothel related, or whatever." Her discomfort, she hoped, could be shrugged off as having not wanted her brother to become a prostitute.
Crinkling her nose, what she imagines and what Mateo is describing are two vastly different things. "If I wasn't your sister, I'd say that sounds like a line." She complains, and it's only the mention of Everest, Mateo's weird little friend, that has her thinking maybe the garden isn't actually a rampant fungus after all. "Okay, well just to be safe you can have him park the boat on the beach." Flora decides, just in case whatever Mateo was growing decided to take itself for a walk into her own garden.Still not a metaphor.
Shifting the basket on her arm and sniffing, feeling quite certain that her brother was well aware she wasn't meeting friends, Flora nevertheless takes the excuse and runs with it. "Oh definitely. My friends are always late, anyway."
Crinkling her nose, what she imagines and what Mateo is describing are two vastly different things. "If I wasn't your sister, I'd say that sounds like a line." She complains, and it's only the mention of Everest, Mateo's weird little friend, that has her thinking maybe the garden isn't actually a rampant fungus after all. "Okay, well just to be safe you can have him park the boat on the beach." Flora decides, just in case whatever Mateo was growing decided to take itself for a walk into her own garden.
Shifting the basket on her arm and sniffing, feeling quite certain that her brother was well aware she wasn't meeting friends, Flora nevertheless takes the excuse and runs with it. "Oh definitely. My friends are always late, anyway."
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
