This morning, for example, I refused to pay $8 for a juice, but yesterday I spent $85 on a plant in a nice pot. It's a Mona Lisa plant, the cashier at The Plant Shed told me. I handed her cash and she offered to put the plant in a bag. "No thanks," I replied back, lifting the plant, heavy, off the counter. "Let's go, Mona," I said. I carried her six blocks home like the treasure I know she is.
"She's so green and full of life," Bob said sweetly as he extended his hand out to touch the fronds. Bob, the doorman with the kindest heart, watches people all day long. Bob knows about life and knows what it costs.
Mona does not have a small, sly smile, but a full leafy grin. If she could laugh out loud, she would. I hope that's what she's doing when a sweet breeze curls into my apartment through the open window and sways her thin, light arms.