A day after Gabriella complained about the cost of lemons, Theo came home with a lemon tree. ‘Here,’ he offered. ‘Lemons on tap!’ ‘Oh, Theo! That’s sweet,’ she replied, touched. A week later he broke up with her. He must have known when he bought the tree, Gabriella thought later. Considering that, she should have thrown the tree out. But the afternoon he moved out the last of his stuff—leaving behind eddies of dust and melancholic pockets of empty space—she planted it. The lemons would soon be worth it, she figured. And she’d enjoy pruning it, thinking of him.