Your company sends you to meet a costumer at their house. It’s a standard, nice neighborhood. You ring and ring but nobody answers. The door is ajar, and you enter, calling aloud. All is in order in the living room apart from an overturned potted plant on the expensive-looking rug…
I began to back out of the room, then turned and head for the door.
"Wait!!" a high-pitched voice called after me. I froze, and then looked. The cactus was upright, waving one spiny arm at me.
It was Nanalee Wendy Ross herself, and I knew this would be the collaboration of a lifetime.