When we entered the kitchen, I could feel my heart beatin' like mad. I couldn't help but stare at Niles as he carefully washed off the dishes and stuck them into the dishwasher, drying his hands on the blue checkered towel that hung from the oven door.

Suddenly he stopped and looked at me. "Daphne, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"C-Certainly, Dr. Crane." I said, findin' it almost impossible to keep the quiverin' out of me voice.

"Daphne, I-."

"You don't have to apologize, Dr. Crane. You've done nothin' wrong. And although it's very sweet, you certainly didn't have to bring me flowers."

I gasped, horrified that I'd blurted out what I'd seen in me vision the night before.

What must he think of me?

Just as I suspected, he stared at me in amazement.

"I-I... How did you know that I was going to apologize? And the... flowers?" he said, revealing the flowers that he'd been holding behind his back.

"She's psychic." His brother's voice said from the doorway. "We've decided to find it charming."

"Oh..." Niles replied. "Well... these are for you, Daphne."

"Thank you, Dr. Crane." I said, gasping when he handed me the roses. They weren't just any roses...and certainly not the roses I'd seen in me vision.

Traditional red roses were interspersed with roses in shades of pink, yellow, white and... to my surprise, baby blue.

"Oh... Dr. Crane..." I said hoarsely as tears filled my eyes.

He looked at me with concern and put his hand on my forearm. "I-I'm sorry, Daphne. I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head "No... You didn't. I've just... I've never seen such beautiful flowers in me life... never gotten flowers from anyone either for that matter."

"Well..." Niles sighed taking my hand. "That's terrible! You should be getting flowers every day."

My heart warmed at his comment. 'Thank you so much, Dr. Crane."

The words came out in a whisper and I couldn't help but hug him.

"Oh... You're welcome, Daphne." He said, clearly surprised at me boldness.

"Niles!" came his brother's irritated voice. "Are you ready? That squash court won't be available forever! And besides that, there's the dinner at our wine club tonight. I don't think you want to go dressed like that!"

Niles gasped. "Heavens! I completely forgot about our wine club dinner!"

"Niles, how could you? You're the Corkmaster for God's sake!" Dr. Crane yelled.

"I would give anything to hold that position and you're just taking it for granted!"

Niles mouth opened in surprise. "I do not!" he said, enunciating each word.

"Niles, really! Can't you at least try to be excited about this dinner? They're debuting the new merlot!" Dr. Crane said.

"Sounds like fun." I said, for lack of anything better to say.

"It certainly will be." Dr. Crane said. "Now Niles we simply must go! I cannot wait to try out this new merlot. Or should I try the Pinot Noir?"

"Oh! And how about the..."

"White Zinfandel?" They said together.

I stood there with a blank look on me face, wishin I could have joined in the conversation. But I hadn't the faintest idea what they were talkin' about.

The only thing I knew about wine was that if you drink too much of it, you don't feel so good the next day.

Learned that the hard way. And I noticed Simon didn't bother to warn me beforehand at our cousin's weddin'.

Neither did Stephen, for that matter.

Other than that, I knew absolutely nothin' about wine. When Dr. Crane would talk about goin' to wine club meetings, I couldn't imagine why anyone would need a club just for a drink that makes you feel so bad the next day.

"It's just so hard to decide which ones to try." Dr Crane was sayin'.

Suddenly I was determined to join in on the conversation.

I took a deep breath.

"You know, Dr. Crane... with me psychic abilities I might be able to tell you which of those wines you should try. I'm gettin' somethin' now as a matter of fact. I have a feelin' that you should go with the mer-lot."

When I heard the two men snicker, I knew I'd said somethin' wrong.

"Mer-low" Dr. Crane corrected.

Hurt by their laughter, I looked away. "Oh... right. Mer-low" I said. "I-I think that's the one you should try. Or at least that's what I'm gettin' on you."

More snickering.

"Well, thank you Daphne. I'll keep that in mind." Dr. Crane said, grinnin' at Niles.

When Niles and I made eye contact, I turned away in embarrassment. I wanted to die of humiliation.

"Well, I suppose we should go. It was nice seeing you again, Daphne." Niles said.

I tried to smile, but it was nearly impossible.

"T-thank you for the flowers, Dr. Crane." I managed to say.

"It was my pleasure, Daphne." He replied. When he smiled at me, I felt tears rise to the surface.

And fortunately, he followed his brother out of the condo before the tears slid down me cheeks.