Happy Valentine’s Day
JOANNE couldn’t believe her eyes. Here he was again, for the third time this week, looking earnestly at the floral displays in her window.
“I hope his wife realises how lucky she is; he’s one in a million,” said Kate, reading her thoughts. “At this rate, he’ll get into Guinness World Records. I wonder what he’ll choose today?”
“That must be his daughter with him. I wonder how she broke her leg?”
The jingle of their doorbell caused them to busy themselves quickly with the buckets of glorious wildflowers that had been delivered that morning. These would be the focal point of their Valentine’s Day display this year.
“I’m looking for some flowers for my mother,” the girl began, steadying herself on her crutches, and trying awkwardly to lean on the
