“What Some of Us Need” by Carol Church

The daisies she ordered haven't come. The man who is supposed to bring them, the one they buy kale and lettuce and garlic from at the farmer's market all winter long, isn't answering her calls. It may be only eight in the morning, but she feels somehow sure that he's already awake and out in his greenhouse, placidly hand-picking bugs from the tomatoes, ignoring her messages. Maybe she would too, she thinks, if she were faced with the sound of her voice.

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