Kimbra
Ding!
I sigh as I turn toward Shana. With her half-filled glass of wine sitting on the end table, she's asleep at the other end of the couch. Apparently, wine, pizza, and hanging out at airports waiting for her flight has taken its toll.
The doorbell rings again but she doesn't budge.
I shake my head and walk toward the door, wondering who would be coming to our place at almost nine at night. From habit, I peek out the small domed peephole. All I can see are flowers.
Cautiously, I lock the chain and open the door only as wide as it allows. "Hello?"
A single rose comes forward. "Another flower for our bouquet."
The deep voice reverberates through me as I look down at the familiar, worn brown loafers and blue jeans.
“Duncan?" I say, closing the door, unlocking the chain,
