.” “I said: those who deny themselves . . . Because there are the . . . the plans, those made of soil which will never flourish without fertilizer.” “Me?” “You? No, for heaven’s sake . . . You’re one of the ones that would kill to flourish.” She continued listening to him and it was as if her aunt and uncle had never existed, as if the teacher and her were isolated inside the afternoon, inside understanding. “No, I really don’t know what advice I’d
