Mrs Clarke comes home after the coldest night of the year. Her greenhouse is still locked. The only key is on her ring. Inside, dust covers the floor. One set of boot prints starts in the middle of the room. They go to the stove, then to a cord on the wall, then out the door. None come in. Nothing is missing. The stove she left cold has burned out. Her lemon tree should be dead. It is green.
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