Alright, the bait hasn't been eaten yet. It's still too soft to understand. This week Uncle Clayton was always arranged to buy me flowers and sometimes bring me lunch.
Oh, please don't ask about the flowers they bought. They set it up too big so that it can be seen from a distance. I think spies are watching my office. There was a bouquet of yellow orchids and red tulips, which I had just seen that time had a combination. Next time they sent a large bouquet of multicolored roses.
I like it when the big flower bouquet comes to my room.
And if he didn't send flowers, he would come pretending to bring me lunch, which I, of course, accepted with a big smile or asked me out to lunch.
The arranged plan is lovely. But wouldn't they think this was a trap?
"Don't they know this seems to be some kind of Aunt's trap?" I asked what was on my mind.
