The neighbour of the Turn Around House, where I was working today, came home this afternoon carrying a very red bunch of flowers. She told me her husband had had them delivered to the school in which she worked. She was very thrilled about her wonderful gift, which made her look radient. I listened, feeling a comparative munter in my usual hat and scruffy clothes.
When I got home I told MeWally all about it. He smiled at me dreamily - always a worrying sight, and said, 'Did you get my flowers?'
'No,' I said with a wonderfully quivering bottom lip and a voice tinged with disappointment, 'No I didn't.'
Now he was upset. Looking at me with his big, sad, brown eyes, he mumbled, 'Does that mean you don't love me any more?'
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