“Dwight, I’m three weeks from my anniversary. Can you order those flowers your gal showed me a few days ago?” “Which ones did you want, Marshall?” “The ones I couldn’t pronounce along with all those others. And send a bouquet of mixed flowers to Judy. She’d rather have chocolate but flowers are healthier.” Dwight laughed. “What do you want on Judy’s card?” “Just write, Hurry back before I shoot him. She’ll know what it means.” Marshall heard Dwight scribbling on the other end of the phone. “I’ll have them ready on the twenty-third.” Marshall hung up the phone and pulled out the diamond necklace, letting it dangle off his fingers. Some people said he spoiled Linda but he always thought it was the other way around. He missed her voice and picked up the phone. . . . Gloria sorted through a stack of mail. “Christmas card from the Fuentes,” she said. “Look, a cute picture of Luis.” She held the picture in front of Miriam. “I hope that child grows into his ears someday.”
