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Some husbands saunter in and buy a dozen red roses. Guilt assuaged.
Mr. Cafferty isn’t one. While his wife divides her day between Saks and the country club, he barters his time for her baubles. His careful choices charm me. As I select stems, I wonder why she craves things rather than him.
Beth teases me over my infatuation. Neither of us has been love-lucky despite proffering bouquets for those who are.
When he appears after months, shyness seizes me. His smile brightens me, until the new reedy blonde sashaying behind him says, “Flowers? But jewelry is forever.”
end 8/3/2017 (97 words)