Jemima knew full well that she wasn’t the brightest wit about, and that she might have been called naive or gullible before, but – well, she wasn’t entirely stupid, so even she could tell that he was lying.
Why he would be lying, she frankly had no idea, but her eyes narrowed all the same. And she thought it rather rude, to be calling any plants terrible or any section a mess. The rest of the flower show had been perfectly lovely. Maybe he just didn’t appreciate flowers at all. So Jemima stalked over in brisk defiance, picking her way past an array of unobjectionable flowers, “I’m sure that’s not –”
She glanced at a few hanging baskets and then her eyes landed on a floating sprig of something. Her original sentence died in her throat. “Oh. But it isn’t even Christmas,” Jemima said stupidly. She supposed one could grow plants all year round if they liked.
Now she understood.
Why he would be lying, she frankly had no idea, but her eyes narrowed all the same. And she thought it rather rude, to be calling any plants terrible or any section a mess. The rest of the flower show had been perfectly lovely. Maybe he just didn’t appreciate flowers at all. So Jemima stalked over in brisk defiance, picking her way past an array of unobjectionable flowers, “I’m sure that’s not –”
She glanced at a few hanging baskets and then her eyes landed on a floating sprig of something. Her original sentence died in her throat. “Oh. But it isn’t even Christmas,” Jemima said stupidly. She supposed one could grow plants all year round if they liked.
Now she understood.
