I saunter slowly through the aisles of annuals and poppies, past flowering cacti and tiny Christmas trees following Michaelene in the Lowe’s Garden Center on a Friday night. It’s already dark, the cold wind swimming. Michaelene reaches an arm, long and slender, to touch the needly leaves.
“I want a live one,” she says. “Not one that’s dead.”
I follow her through the shadows, the unlit areas …/ Read ›