Gina
“Oh my!” I heard Jill squeal. I turned to see beautiful flowers arriving at the switchboard.
“What’s going on here?” I asked her.
“Oh, look! There’s one for each of us!” Jill beamed, inhaling the scent of the blooms.
“Wait… for us?” I asked, walking over to the counter. Sure enough, four gorgeous bouquets each had a card with the names of the switchboard girls.
I picked up mine to read the message:
Gina,
Sorry for the trouble Natalie caused you girls. Sometimes I make mistakes, as you can tell. Thank you for braving my mistake.
Zane Preston
P.S. Now you can understand why I never wanted her calls to get through to me—but that accident helped me realize she really wasn’t a good choice, so thank you.
“Oh my God! Look!” Jill exclaimed again.
I turned and saw a delivery from Mo
