There’s a dozen fresh roses on the dining room table.
So, after telling Ms. Freud all about my adventures in NYC yesterday with TBP’s Finest, we went to bed.
This morning she told me about her Stucky-less day. I asked about the roses.
She went to the indoor Farmers Market. She pays for her fruits and vegetables. The cashier hands her the bouquet; — “The man in front of you bought them for you, and he said, ‘A lady like that deserves flowers’. Reluctantly, she takes them. She goes outside, and he’s there.
He’s probably in his 60’s. He gives her a story about his wife recently dying. Says that he’s afraid he’ll never fall in love again, because his wife was so wonderful. Said that Ms. Freud reminded him of her.
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