Farkas paused over the hole she'd just dug. It
was about six inches deep and the water she'd poured in had started to percolate down into the soil. She sat back on her haunches and waited for it. A chickadee called off to her left, but chicka'd
only two dees, so it wasn't upset, just chatty. When all the water was gone, she picked up a pot and
up ended it over the hole, giving it gentle but firm pats all along the sides
and bottom to loosen the soil. She extracted the plant, a bloodroot, feeling the satisfying
suction as it was loosed from the pot. She sprinkled mycorrhizal fungi all
over the roots, popped it in the hole, and centred it. She heaped the soil around the plant, pressing down gently and making a small
well. She watered again. Again she sat back on her haunches, and tapped the pot to get the last of the soil out.
He'd gone to high school with her. He'd been an asshole even then. He'd grown into an even larger puckered buttpit when he went into real estate and eventually, opened his own development firm, his only aim in life to make money.
Hard to believe they still hadn't found him yet.
