She had only discarded the flowers away the day before in a moment of impulse. Later, when Mrs. Landis told her that she hadn't really thrown it away, Iris had been overjoyed.
It was the things that one recovered after losing that they cared about the most.
She grabbed the pajamas next to her, put them on, and walked out of the room barefooted, making a beeline for the greenhouse.
Mrs. Landis was standing next to the pot of flowers. At the sight of her, she panicked at once. "Oh dear, look at you, ma'am…"
She took a pair of slippers and gave them to Iris, who rushed over to the pot of flowers eagerly.
The pungent smell was still there, but the worms on the plant were gone.
Although the flowers still looked lifeless, they weren't dead.
Mrs. Landis pointed to it. "The worms are really gone. Has the pot of flowers recovered?"
