It was a spring bouquet with a variety of flowers including two beautiful red roses as the centerpieces. The card said, "Dearest Pamela. Thank you so much. The roses are for the kisses. The rest of the flowers are for the touches. I had the best date I've had in a very long time. Moira." I waited for a break and called her. "Hello, Pamela," she said when she answered. "They're beautiful. Thank you." "You're welcome. I'm glad you had a nice time." "I did. Is this a bad time?" "No. Should I be sitting down?" I laughed. "I just wanted to hear your voice for a few minutes, if that's not too forward. I have an appointment coming in shortly, so I won't keep you too long." We talked for several minutes. She promised to call Thursday evening with directions for Saturday. My appointment arrived, and I had to hang up. * * * Gwendolyn called Wednesday evening. I hadn't programmed her number into my phone yet. I was curled up on the sofa watching a movie, wrapped in a blanket.
