Daisy’s favorite place in the world was a flower farm next to the town’s abattoir (which was also a poultry farm). It was set on a high hill overlooking the town like a cobra rearing its head at a threat. Imposing. It lacked all color but red the color of rust
For the next few days, Molly floated about in a detached state like a ghost in a haunted house. She hardly ate nor drank and stayed in bed draped in one of the silk gowns David had bought her. She did ask David a few questions and after he answered, she hmmed and floated away.