Fifty
Taking his time, Memphis wandered the rows of flowers at the small shop until he found what he was looking for. Glancing at the Haitian woman behind the counter, he fought a grin. When they got home from the courthouse, Kennedy had refused to speak to him for the rest of the day and the entire night. She had gone as far as to lock him out of the bedroom, forcing him to sleep in the guest room instead. She’d barely said two words to him since the court ruling, but he knew that he just needed to wait out the storm and not provoke her temper any more than he already did. "Excuse me, I’d like a dozen black roses, please,” he called to the older woman at the counter. "Those flowers mean tragedy," the woman replied. He smiled sadly. "My wife loves them, and I need to apologize for something
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