Friday, April 12, 2013
A sort of grandchild to Wednesday's cravat, this tie has stripes of nightsky and blush pink. He pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the van, quickly walked to the back, and took out the arrangement. It was a towering vase of bashful pink roses and carnations and star lilies. Anyone would love these flowers, he thought. This was the part of his job that he loved the most, the face at the door. Wide eyes, smiles, the thank you--as if he had bought the flowers for them himself. He rang the bell, and a woman answered. Her face was puffy and tragic. It was clear that she had been crying, and that she had been at it for a long, long time. A small boy pushed in front of her, and only then did he notice that they were both dressed in black.
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