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Laroche and Orlean step off the levee into black water. They sink to their knees. The ground is soft; it's a struggle to pull their feet up to walk. Things slither past in the water. Something big runs by in the distance. Bees, and dragonflies hover. Gnats and mosquitoes bite. Birds screech. Frogs croak. Laroche points to a yellow flower.
LAROCHE
Here we go. Encyclia tempensis.
Laroche lights a cigarette.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
Nice little sucker, isn't it?
Orlean examines it from a distance.
ORLEAN
Cute.
Laroche continues walking and Orlean attempts to keep pace. He points at a tiny orchid on another tree.
LAROCHE
Clamshell orchid. You know that.
ORLEAN
Uh-huh.
LAROCHE
See, I found you two already. I'll show
you every orchid you want today. I'll
find you a fucking ghost if it kills me.
(pointing to another orchid)
Rigid Epidendrum. That's an ugly-ass
orchid. But I'm no snob. I'm interested
in all orchids. Not just pretty ones.