Damned flowers, always trying to grab Bobbie’s garbage truck. Didn’t matter that the world had ended a good while back. People still needed their trash pickups. Needed their link to Seattle and civilization and the long-gone days when mammoths didn’t roam the streets and tree-sized man-eating flowers didn’t line the streets. Not a bad job, really. Bobbie enjoyed driving around, seeing everyone, helping them out. Problem was that none of his young partners seemed able to see past the fear and the death pollen to just how important it was.

Bobbie didn’t lecture, much as he wanted to. Kamryn would get it or not.

Hopefully soon.