Her eyes feasted on a blazing pink sky and the silhouette of a mockingbird that was chirping loudly enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. “Hi, Mom.” Emily pranced into the kitchen and sat across from her at the table, then took a bagel out of the wrapper. “Isn’t the rose Dad put in the bud vase beautiful?” “Yes, it’s lovely.” “He put a bunch of fresh flowers in the living room. Did you see them when you came home last night?” Brill glanced at the date dial on her watch. “Today is Thursday.” “He bought them yesterday, just because he was thinking of you.” “Hmm …” “Did you know he looks at lots of different ones before he chooses the one that’s just right for you?” Emily’s tone seemed a little too contrived. “Is that so?” “I think it’s very special he does that, don’t you?”
