“Do you suppose she's a wildflower?”
“How do you press a wildflower into the pages of an e-book?”
“What do you mean she left me the embryos? I'm supposed to get the cat.”
“Wildflowers are the stuff of my heart!”
“He put his arms around her. “Well, in my defense, then, whatever I did seemed to work, didn't it?”She sighed. “I suppose.”“You suppose?”“What do you want? A medal?”“For starters. A trophy would be nice, too.”She smiled. “What do you think you're holding right now?”
“Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.”