December 23, 2003

• Red Roses

  Rocky is our alarm. He is particularly good at advising us when deliveries are being made. I think he hates that big brown truck.

  I was downstairs, in our "basement". That's where I hang. Rocky sounded the alarm, so I rushed upstairs. The delivery vehicle was gone by the time I arrived, but there was a long plastic box on the front steps full of red roses for Delia. When Delia called, an hour or so later, I told her about it.

  "Who sent it?"

  I had no idea, apart from the fact that it hadn't been me.

  "Well, open the envelope and see," she said.

  The little card said the roses came from the Vice President of Givenchy, a woman Delia had met several weeks earlier when she visited San Diego. In addition to the flowers, there was a coupon that Delia can use to get another dozen roses each month all of next year. The note said "Thanks".

  Each of the flowers had its own little water bottle attached, so they would have survived quite a while even if I hadn't brought them inside immediately. Delia now has them proudly displayed on the coffee table in the living room.

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