Chapter 113 Seen And Smelled Death

• "I was surprised you went with orchids," said Diane, the beaded strands tinkling softly as she pushed the curtain back in place and returned to her workstation.
• "Aesthetically wise, I would have gone with roses," she added, setting the potted plant on the table.
• "Anything but roses!" Andrei murmured, running his fingers on the tips of pink tulips peeking out from an elaborate arrangement on the counter beside the cash register.