Chapter 93

“Oh?”

“No. It was supposed to say ‘Thank you for giving me the—’”

“‘—the most wonderful year of my life.’ I remember that. I took the order. He sounded so happy…” He glanced down at the card, then closed his eyes. “How much harm was done?”

“How much do you think?”

“Dad, I finished that last arrangement. Can I go now?” A girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen came from the back of the shop. There was a whine in her voice and a petulant droop to her lips. She looked from her father to me and scowled. “I’ve got stuff to do. If he wants an arrangement…”

“No, this gentleman has a complaint. The wrong card was placed in an order of roses.”

“So what’s the big deal?”

Leaving her question unanswered, he turned back to face me. “Is there anything I can do for your friend to make up for this mistake?”

“Well, the vase needs replacing.”

“Oh?” He nodded wearily. “Oh, yes, I can imagine. She must have been furious.”