That night I pulled out the locket. I opened it up and looked at the picture. We’d studied Greek myths in school that year. In our book, the goddess of crops and the earth had a sad mouth and flowers around her, just like the girl in the locket. I scraped off the rust with our dish scrubber and shined up that locket as bright as I could get it. Then I opened it up, just a crack. Then I whispered, “Save our lettuce,” to the girl.
Paul Fleischman, Seedfolks