My husband was a wonderful man. I loved him dearly. Really easy to live with, most of the time. Five kids, 23 years. He passed away a while back, and I still miss him terribly. He used to bring me flowers. Every colour of rose imaginable. Sometimes in an arrangement. Sometimes a bunch. Sometimes just one.

I hate roses.

I tried to tell him. I love carnations. Deep red carnations. He brought me carnations once; they were dyed blue, because I like blue.

Sometimes now, when I want a little pick-me-up, I order myself some roses.