He passed a stall, full of fruit and casually picked up anapple, walking on he passed me by, eying me critically.I thought nothing more of it and cont...nued on my way. Looking at allthis food had made me feel hungry. The various smells were making mefaint with hunger. I could smell cooked and roasted meats and chestnutsand my mouth was watering at the thought of eating..."Hello."I jumped slightly as in front of me, as if by magic stood the young boyI saw earlier with the apple."Erm hello.". She had written the following, on thekitchen table there are two envelopes, ONE (back to our old life, neverto referrer to last night) and TWO (only open if you are serious aboutcontinuing what we started)Marie instructed me to open only one and my decision would be final, shealso cautioned me against reading the contents of both envelopes,cautioning, that was not an option, if I did she felt the experience oflast night may well destroy our marriage, a marriage of over thirty sevenyears.For. Anyway there was plenty of food and booze and relatively early my boyfriend got well and truly shit faced, he could barely stand up so a couple of blokes took him to an unused room to sleep it off.When they came back to the main room they came over and started to chat, they were both I would guess around twice my age, I was nineteen at the time and flattered by the attention, they kept making complimentary comments about how I looked and my dress etc, also saying how my inebriated boyfriend. When he had agreed to help his cousin George by keeping the florist shop open, he had studied books and websites on flowers and flower arranging so he could be more than a caretaker. His own job as a software designer meant that he could work from anywhere, so being away from his apartment was no disruption.George had said of all his customers Cynthia was most intriguing. Every Wednesday for the past four years she had bought one Cattleya orchid, wore it out of the shop and he didn't see her.