The waterfall was far enough away that only the barest hint of splash reached us. I coaxed Alyssa out of her clothes and posed her behind a bevy of cattails.

“What do you think of them?” I asked her.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Niah,” she said.

“Do they remind you of anything? The shape? The color?”

“They look a little like penises,” she answered, her look hopeful.

“What about the feel?” I asked.

She traced her fingers up the stalk and over the flower head. “Firm but fuzzy,” she said.

“Supposedly they’re edible,” I informed her. “With medicinal properties.”

“I don’t think I’d want to eat one,” she said.

“What about Harker’s cock?” I said.

She said, “I don’t know what you mean.”