Her Suicide

What root carvings? These were treasures in my eyes.  I said to Carroll, "You came in time. Hurry up, and get these trees home. Be careful." "Okay. Jason will take care of them." Speaking, Carroll opened a car door. I hopped over and got into the car. Both Odette and Ailey were left behind the car, livid. I turned my head and looked at the pile of trees with satisfaction. "I made a fortune." "A fortune? Do you plan to roast a sheep for Wolfie with those woods?" Carroll raised his arm, pulled me into his embrace, and teased. "Come on!" I pounded his chest. "Those are precious trees. They can't adapt to the new environment after Catalina got them transplanted here." "They are rotten wood after their death," Carroll said. I was speechless. Curling my lips, I looked at Carroll seriously after breaking free from his arms. "Hamilton is a professor of botany. He can bring the dying plant to life. Do you know that?"  Carroll looked at me with a faint smile and then raised my chin. "Do you want