But the worst of them all is the betrayal you discover was, in fact, all for naught.Let me tell you about mine.
Let me tell you about mine.* * *
Now:
Now:The Pretender sat among her orchids. Folding her legs beneath her on the carpet, she released a delicate spray from the blue glass plant mister before gingerly cupping the petal of the Phalaenopsis between her fingers. She’d observed the plantlets growing over the months since she had propagated them, nurturing them with care every morning since she had first cut them from the stem of their parent. Only one had failed. Despite her best efforts, a single plantlet had stubbornly refused to comply with her attempts to rectify the damage to its roots; they had turned steadily browner until the day had come when she’d been forced to concede
