Chapter 133

Vera

“What kind of delivery?”

She steps aside.

Two things show up.

First: the flowers. It’s another round of peonies, like Boston, but not the same. Bigger, bolder, a different vibe entirely. They almost seem to announce themselves in the room. The building staff carrying them holds them like they’re holding an expensive egg.

Second: lunch. A bag from that Italian place, the one I always say is to