"Can you get that Emmy?"
"Sure."
"And if it's a salesman, I don't need anything."
I wipe my hands on a dish towel and go to get the door. At first, I believe he was a salesman.
"I'm sorry, we don't need anything to do," I tell him prepared to close the door.
"I have a delivery for Emmy James," he responds. "You are Mrs James?"
I frown at him before I look past him to the delivery truck parked in the yard.
"Yes, I am."
"Please sign here."
He thrusts a clipboard in my hand and marks the place for me to sign.
"What for?" I ask but he's already walking to the truck. I scratch my signature hastily and observe as he opens the back of the truck and takes out an enormous gift basket but that's not all. He also retrieves the most beautiful bouquet of flowers that I've only seen one other time. My wedding.
