I put in a few requests, mostly of the unhealthy variety. She didn’t bat a spidery eyelash. Before she headed back to her car, I asked, “Maisie? What’s in the other side of the house?”
I don’t like not knowing the names of things. My brain doesn’t work well with ambiguity. “Big tree with awesome gnarled and knotted roots and green leaves” wouldn’t cut it. I decided to try to find some kind of field guide, but when I turned, I stopped short.