And then I had a bouquet in my hands. Martin was sitting at the table, and I was once again helping Helga with the details of the table. Carl was absent from the room.
"Is everything ready? Want some help?" Martin offered after a while. "I think just waiting around is a little uncomfortable."
"There's nothing to help with, Martin," Helga said. "So, what's Carl been telling you?" she asked boldly.
"About what?" he asked, acting as if he didn't know what she was talking about.
"Suddenly, you show up with flowers for Lacey. What does that mean?" she wanted to know. At that moment, I looked at her, wanting her to stop, but I knew she didn't want to and wouldn't do that. I also wanted to know what he was thinking.
"Well, you know the reason," he replied, avoiding saying it outright. "
