They didn’t need to in order to know what her opinion would be about it. Elliot concentrated on making plans to get back to Ben. With all his friends in Pennsylvania now, there was no one to go to the plantation house, so Elliot couldn’t ask Ben anything by phone, even if he wanted someone else to be there for his conversation. “I just want out of here as soon as possible.” Elliot sat in the recliner the hospital staff seemed to like to torture him with. From the chair he could see out his window much better than he could from his bed. The manicured grass rolled over a wide expanse lined with shrubs and flowers. Every single flower was in bloom in that bloom-or-get-replaced way that meticulously landscaped spaces have. Elliot’s room was too high up to see detail, but in his mind’s eye he could imagine curious butterflies flitting from one flower to the other, trying to decide which to kiss first. Bees would pollinate the prettiest flowers and head off to a nearby hive to make their nectar of the gods.
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