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her. I’m planning to leave after class Friday afternoon. Please come. It’ll be a nice getaway for you.”
    “I wish I could, but I can’t. I’ve got two projects due the end of next week and both of them need a little more work. I’m going to be in the film lab all weekend.”

    “Is there anything I can do to help?”
    “You’ve got your own project to finish. How’s it going, by the way?”
    “Almost done,” she said. “I want to add a few more photos of the oh-so-lovely men and women dumping their trash, but I’ve got all the pictures I need.”
    “That’s great. You’ve got to be happy you don’t have to spend hours every day driving back and forth to the dump in all that traffic.”
    “No, I’m still doing that.”
    “You just said you weren’t taking any more photos …”
    “I’ve got another project going now. It’s not really a project, I guess. I’m just curious.” She told Sidney about the patch of grass and flowers she’d found on the other side of the hill. “It was so … surprising, and I admit, I’m fascinated.”
    “So you set your camera to take pictures of what? The grass growing?”
    “No, I want to find out who’s cutting the grass and tending the flowers. More important, I’m curious as to why. I’ve got all sorts of theories, but my favorite is a lost love. Maybe that little patch of grass is where they liked to picnic or—”
    “You’re a hopeless romantic, Lyra. You’re going to keep driving back and forth just to satisfy your curiosity.”
    “It’s not as crazy as it sounds,” she protested. “And I’m only going to keep the camera there for a week at the most … okay, maybe two weeks at the most. Is there any of that chocolate left?” she asked.
    The swift change in topic didn’t bother Sidney, as she often did the very same thing.
    Since they’d been friends and roommates for a long while now, each understood how the other’s mind worked.
    “No, you ate the last of it last night, and yes, it is, too, crazy. Driving back and forth in Los Angeles for your documentary was necessary, but continuing to battle the traffic for hours on end for no apparent reason … that’s absolutely crazy.”
    “Maybe it is, but I’m going to keep on doing it. Wait just a minute, I didn’t eat any chocolate last night.”
    Sidney grinned. “Okay, I ate the last of it.”

    She got up and went into the kitchen and came back a minute later with a box of Cocoa Puffs cereal and a bottle of flavored water.
    When she sat down, she took a fistful of cereal and handed the box to Lyra.
    “You didn’t see it, Sidney,” she said as she scooped out some cereal.
    “See what?” she asked, reaching for the box.
    “This little oasis the size of our parking space with lush green grass and pretty flowers around the border. It’s almost a perfect square,” she added. “And in the most bizarre place, surrounded by horrible, smelly trash. You really should come with me and see it.” Sidney surprised her by agreeing. “You’re right. I should. Maybe then I’ll be as intrigued as you are. I’ll ride with you one afternoon next week. You know what I’m thinking? That grass could be covering a grave.”
    “I considered that possibility.”
    “Wouldn’t that be something? A wife killed her husband, or a husband killed his wife, then dug a hole and buried her.”
    “And he then planted flowers and cuts the grass out of guilt?” Sidney laughed. “I guess a murderous husband wouldn’t bother cutting the grass.” She then suggested several other theories, all involving murder and mayhem. After suggesting one rather gruesome possibility, she was ready to buy a shovel and start digging to find out if there really was a body.
    “Why is it you can only come up with brutal crimes?” Lyra asked.
    Sidney shrugged. “Probably because so many of my brothers are in law enforcement.
    I’ve heard a lot of stories around the dining room table, and I guess it’s made me