The colors in the old wooden cart were dazzling. Flowers of all types and sizes, snuggling together in the black pots of water, their warm faces glowing upward as if anticipating arrival at a new home.
Jane chose the biggest gerbera daisies, mostly yellows, oranges and whites. Lisbon didn't seem like a pink flower kind of lady. Roses would be better but they told too much truth. Right now Jane only wanted to guide her thoughts, not scare her away.
The florist arranged the two dozen in a tasteful glass vase, and Jane carried them off to CBI, whistling happily.
