He’d always been told to bloom where he was planted. But there were two very acute problems with this:

  1. He wasn’t a flower.
  2. He wasn’t planted anywhere, either.

Trevor rubbed his temples. Ms. Perez needed milk and eggs. Mr. Grant had a bulb to change that he couldn’t reach. The new couple in 4B wanted to try their sofa on a different wall. And he owed Yizzy three games of jacks with some ice cream.

Trevor stood. Three months here, and it was starting to be familiar. Blooming would come.