"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
That afternoon I was reading The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime at work. I glanced up from my book to see Clark standing with a dozen red roses in florist's paper.
I gave him my most accusing stare and speculated, "Those are red. Shouldn't they be yellow?" Yellow roses stood for deceit and he was aware of this.
He blushed and implored, "Paige, I didn't give him the key to your door. I didn't want the man who gave me back my vision to be standing out in the rain."
He set the flowers and a copy of The Bridges of Madison County on th
