She has a rooftop garden. Tomatoes, squash, a greenhouse with one broken pane.

She pulls a bean and eats it raw, and you find it is the first thing you have watched a person eat without the wrongness reaching you.

SayaYou're going to notice it in the plants too. Sooner or later.

You ask what happens then.

SayaThen the garden is the only place with anything left in it.

It is a strange thing to say. You laugh. She does not.

Then she takes your hand and puts it flat on her stomach, and waits, and you understand that the garden is not the thing she wanted to show you.