12 Chapter 12

“Thirty, fifty, seventy, a hundred…Love and romance can blossom at any age.”

“Oh, yeah?” I’d heard it all before.

“Absolutely.” Freddie motioned toward an etching on the wall just inside the flower shop and recited it aloud. “‘Flowers on a breeze flutter earthbound from the blue. Once a thousand are collected, a love reveals itself, deep, forever and true.’”

How many times had I read the sentiment over the decades? It had been there since the shop first opened. Freddie always claimed it to be an ancient Italian prophecy translated to English and one hundred percent true.