“Hello?” “Hi, Miss Austen, it’s Frank at the concierge desk, I have a delivery for you. I just wanted to make sure you were there before I head up.” “Oh yes, that’s great, thanks Frank, I’ll be here.” “Fine, I’ll be right up.” A few minutes later I hear a light knock at the door. I open the door to a huge bouquet of flowers. Geeze, who are they from? Frank pushes past me, waddles to the kitchen, and sets them down on the granite countertop. He gives me a big toothy grin. I thank him, give him a cupcake and then send him on his way. I can tell he’s a bit disappointed that I don’t open the card while he’s here. I was nervous to. I can’t imagine who would send me such a grand display of floral finery. The aroma wafting into my living space is intoxicating. I grab the note and sit on a stool at the counter. I quickly open the card with shaky fingers.
