Chapter 5
Charles liked cactuses. He didn't know why, he just did. He liked tall saguaro with their spindly arms c****d to the sky. He liked tiny flowering echinopsis with their short-lived but fragrant blooms, and the fragile cholla, which drew the eyes to its unexpected beauty. His favorites were Christmas Cactuses, the lovely echlumbergera, with their blood red blooms.
He kept a small one potted on his dashboard, and thought he'd like to take a little time while they were passing through Colorado to dig up a few new ones. They were almost to the not-quite city of Canyon, would be there shortly, and he needed to stop for a few essentials anyway. Maybe they could make a detour into the boonies to pick up something new for his collection.
On his list of favorite things, cactuses w
