"I will give hhim much time." She promised, fully dedicating herself to this new goal. She would get inside, Necrofia would be pleased with her. Yes. "We may be plants. Good things from the earth. Or we are brave like plants. We don't hhave to hhide."
“You don’t have to, you know? We can take care of that stuff outside my house. We can make it work.” She didn’t want Missy bugging her husband too much.
“Brave like plants. I haven’t heard that one before.” Missy always said the weirdest things, but sometimes, it was oddly poetic. “If I was a plant, I could photo -- uh-- I don’t know the word. They make their own food with sunlight. That.”


















