She had been beyond thrilled to receive the beautiful bouquet of roses from her husband. She had told him repeatedly throughout their twenty years together. Her favorite flower was the rose. Each occasion that might have prompted flowers, she anticipated the roses. They never came. Until now. She was ecstatic. She called him at work to thank him. When his secretary answered, she had asked if Mona had liked the roses she had picked out for her. Her heart sank. She should have know she wasn’t important enough for him to pick them out for her. She should have known.
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