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A pale, pretty silvery plant, with big brown spots that looked like eyes, and several small, slash-like 'mouths'. Anna had called it Kerr, and laughed at Avon's sour face and at Del and Tynus, smirking and saying nothing. It did put him in mind of the bastard even then - slight and stiffly poised, and as shiningly greedy as sin.
Definitely greedy, a rare, flesh-eating little alien bonsai with a taste for the expensive meats they couldn't get legally and could barely afford illegally, and a need for constant grooming, trimming and paring and plucking that Anna did lovingly and Del... when she couldn't. Anna told it - and all of them - that once they broke the banking system as they planned, Kerr would have all the gold and silver meats, tiny raptors and birds and rare alien insectoids it could want. Kerr couldn't hear, of course - unlike its namesake, who simply refused to hear anyone but Anna - and took the cheaper flesh unwillingly, with what Del would claim was fauna derision, the little slashy mouths seeming to sneer. And when Del had to trim it, the brown spots seemed to narrow and glare, and promise something poisonous in revenge.
Then things went wrong, and the bastard vanished, Anna died, Tynus fled, and Del grabbed what he could and ran. He gave Kerr one last, vicious, deadly, gratifying shear - unlike the man he'd sworn to kill, even an alien plant couldn't scream - then left the pallid stalks for dead, as Avon had left Del's sister.