I’m telling you, it was outrageous!” Prim fumed as she continuously ran the shears though the knife sharpener. The two sisters were in the greenhouse and as the sun was climbing towards its peak, sweat ran down Sage’s forehead. She wiped it with the back of her hand, straining to breathe in the humid, stale air. Ben had created the greenhouse as a wedding present to his wife and it was Prim’s favorite place in her home. It was where she became creative and where she had grown more than thirty different species of orchids and other exotic flowers. Though the construction was usually carefully air-conditioned, now the sun beamed down mercilessly through the glass ceiling and it felt like a million degrees in there at this hour. “Prim,” Sage said, trying to make sense of her sister’s rambling, “Please, start at the beginning. What happened?” “Well, I went to Cathy’s place. You know, Cathy is the town’s mortician. The place always creeps me out a bit with all those vintage photographs and her make-up cases and the dusty fake flowers.
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