The little woman loves flowers. So I can imagine how much she lamented having "wasted" an entire, new, pretty bouquet upon the head and shoulders of our neighbor, Emory. You see, Jonka had Emory join her and me on our visit to the grave of her friend, Hortense, who died last week. When we three arrived at the cemetery and the grave site, surrounded by trees, birds, and the gray, solemn tombstones of others, Jonka began angrily swatting Emory with her bouquet in response to his remark, "Ahh, I've never felt so alive."
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