them, I could tell the pattern was carefully planned.
When the late afternoon sunlight touched the petals, the entire flower bed seemed to glow.
“Roy,” I said.
He looked at me.
“Do you like it?”
“Why red and yellow?”
He smiled.
“Because those are the flowers I always bring you.”
He said it as though the answer should have been obvious.
That was Roy.
He had a way of explaining obvious things with a quiet smile that suggested he found it amusing that I needed them explained at all.
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