“I’m sorry,” she says as she straightens up, just in time for the bee to hit her in the ear. “Mother of God!” Lia screams as she flails her arm out to the side, unfortunately striking The Beave right in the boob. Plop. And together, we all watch in horror as the fragile woman flails her arms up in the air, a croak falling off the tip of her tongue as she teeters backward. There’s no stopping the inevitable. We all see it happening. She’s headed right for the stacks of hydrangeas. And with a crash, a groan, and a tumble, the nursery falls silent as The Beave sinks into the table of flowers.
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