Cyclamen

"Those cyclamen aren't going to plant themselves, you know," Trevor prodded.

Sylvia thought, He's such a nag. She decided to plant the cyclamen because it would keep him off her back - no other reason.

They'd met at gardening club. Trevor's first wife, Kim "the Tart" had run off. Sylvia thought his silver beard and gold-rimmed spectacles made him look refined but he was hiding who he was behind his benevolent disguise.

The trowel hit something hard. White. A bone.

"Did you and Kim have pets?" Sylvia asked.

"No."

"What's buried there, then?"

Sylvia's curiosity was soon laid to rest.