“I did a face plant. Ivy was her name.”
“Ivy did as she was told, face serious and concentrated. “I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all. Pursuit of truth is my passion. This I vow by the great parasol.”
“My plant is probably dead."Camryn looks slightly surprised. "You have a plant?"I smile. "Yeah, her name's Georgia.”
“The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?”
“He was as obsequious as a Japanese ivy plant. Wringing his hands as if he hoped to squeeze the milk of human kindness from his fingernails, ...”
“And though I remember her name I cannot recall her face. All things pass.”