
This book opens with one of my favorite passages ever. It's a short story all on it's own.
“You‘ve been standing here staring at that flower shop for fifteen minutes. So is it for her birthday or anniversary, or are you making up for a fight? Because I‘ve been married for thirty-two years, and believe me, there are different bouquets for different occasions.”
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“I don‘t know his favorite flower.” She sucked her teeth mock disapprovingly. “I‘m not sure he even has one,” Cooper added defensively. “What about birthday?”
“Something that goes with the gift you got him because you better not just be walking in with some lousy flowers. So which is it?”
(cont) 3w
She raised an eyebrow and sniffed. “Uh-huh, right. You-fucked-up-flowers it is, then.”
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“What kind of flowers for just because?”
“That depends on just because what. Just because you love him?”
Cooper coughed. “Oh, well. Let‘s not get crazy. What are my other options?”
(cont) 3w
“I thought you said you‘ve been married for thirty-two years.”
“And I was. Just not to the same man or for consecutive sentences.” She cackled.
(fin) 3w