“Where do your children go at night? Do you think they stay in bed? All night long?” On the outskirts of town is an abandoned greenhouse – Concord Floral. This is where the neighbourhood teens come to hang out, far away from the prying eyes of their parents. The greenhouse is home to all their secrets: late-night parties, an old sofa where innocence of one kind or another is lost, dark corners illuminated only by the glow of joints. Concord Floral has its own laws.
