Just what the apartment needed. A beautiful, welcoming, green, leafy plant. A plain but noble Neanthe Bella. A little life around here. Some company. And she spoke to the plant every day because they told her this would help it grow. And because she wanted to. Needed to. Just don’t let me kill it. Don’t let me forget to water it. And she didn’t. And the plant thrived and grew and she was happy and proud and not so lonely. And then a raccoon got in the house and knocked the plant over and not so long later it died.