*Lena*

Abigail had spent the last two hours bossing me and Elaine around as we snipped roses in the front garden, filling heaping baskets of roses and whatever other blooms we could find in the garden. Elaine gave me a look as Abigail slowly went through each basket, pulling out what she must have thought were prized flowers based on the judging look on her face, and placing them in clear vases of water and some special solution ...