“Could the whole plant be something like a brain?” I asked. She smiled. We’d been talking for nearly three hours. She had fifteen minutes left. I’d saved the question for the last moment, in case she was entirely put off by it and ended our talk right then and there. And now I’d done it, and watched her smile, thinking I’d made a fool of myself. Then she leaned in a little and dropped her voice to a whisper. “I think you’re right,” she said. “I just don’t talk about it.”
