The Confounding Case of the Climate Crisis

The Confounding Case of the Climate Crisis — page 7
GALACTIC ACADEMY OF SCIENCE Why come in this way Anita asked again You’re lucky we even heard you Why not come in the front The man slid his glance away Didn’t want them to see I’m late again he said Then he clapped his hands suddenly as if he were shooing chickens Off with you now scoot Aren’t you supposed to be in front listening to that He broke off You mean the greenhouse lady Benson asked His voice sounded suspicious to Anita Tif fany Isn’t she your boss Her The man gave a hoarse laugh Oh no not her She’s very inexperienced Good luck with her Really Then he shooed them out again Suddenly remembering Mr Fazmel’s potential for fury Benson and Anita slunk out of the back room and through the massive greenhouse They walked through rows of tomatoes with vines strung up ten feet above their heads green iceberg lettuces glis tening with dew and a long wide table filled with trays containing hundreds of small just-­sprouted vegetables of all sorts By the time they reached the entrance Tiffany was already well into her lecture She stood beside a whiteboard wearing a T-­shirt and baggy khaki pants both smudged with dirt and she waved a marker 4