Chapter 80

• ~ Goldie ~
• I stood beside the door and watched Andrea arrange her pots of flowers. She handled each and every one of them with great care. While engaged in her task, she happily talked about her flowers, telling me for the tenth time today how delicate and fragile they are. “You know Goldie, all they lost in stamina and strength, they make up in their lovely fragrances, sweet nature, glow, love, and the rest,” she said, referring to flowers.
• This was not the first that she was talking to me about her flowers, in fact, she never fails to do that whenever she is with them as she would keep going on and on about the flowers, and what made them peculiar and indispensable.