On February tenth, I ran into Suzanne at a neighborhood food market.
“How’s it going?” I began. I was curious to see if she’d mention the gifts.
“Good,” she answered.
We talked for a few minutes before she brought up the gifts.
“You heard about the roses I got in January?” she asked.
“And you didn’t know who sent them,” I filled in.
Suzanne nodded. “Now I’m getting Valentine’s presents.”
“Still don’t know who?” I asked.
“Not a clue. But it’s getting more interesting. Whoever’s sending these things has a marvelous imagination.”
I waited for her to explain.
“Do you have time for a cup of coffee?” she asked. “Maybe you can figure this out. You know a lot of people around here.”
“Sure,” I smiled. I followed her into the coffee shop. “But surely someone in the chorus can figure it ou
