Sunday is my parents’ anniversary, but with the recent murder Mom doesn’t want to go out at night and leave me alone. She decides that we’ll celebrate as a family, with a nice dinner at home, and in the early afternoon she sends me out to pick up flowers.
I’m trying to choose between violets and lilies when I see Karen. Catching sight of me, she waves and darts over.
“Ah, Bambi! What a coincidence!”