Philip, Pollyanna and Peter. Yeah well that's my name, Peter, known to the world as good old Pete. All three of us being only children, we grew up tre...ting the other two as sort of surrogate siblings. Phil and me might have been chalk and cheese, in personality as well as physical appearance. But with Polly around, to pour oil on troubled waters, there were never any serious disagreements between us. Well except much later concerning Polly, but I'll come to that in a while.Yeah, as kids Phil. Tony offered to give him a ride, of course, since we had the only car free. The downside was that our Miata is a two-seater, and I was going to have to stay back with Ron.I asked Ron about using a restroom, while Tony and the VP were getting going. He asked me to use the Master bathroom one, as the one downstairs was being remodeled. A quick peek at the one downstairs revealed lots of boards and sacks of plaster and stuff, so I took it at face value.Several minutes later, I emerged from the. I wasnt sure it was you, she admitted upon reaching me. Youve changed. I smiled. You too, I said. Of course, that was an understatement, but it would have to do. Seeing her standing before me forced me to revert back to my teenage self. I suddenly felt nervous and even started to stutter. But a few deep breaths calmed me right down and I was able to focus on what she was saying. How have you been? she asked. Great! I assured her. You? Awesome, she answered. She actually said more, but that was. Hear the flowers? What on earth did that mean? She raised an eyebrow as she settled into her post: at least it seemed this year would be more intriguing than last. During quiet moments throughout the morning, she'd pick up the card, reread the cryptic message and study the beautiful bouquet, but its secret was never revealed.No gifts arrived for her, no more flowers. She was relieved, but it only served to deepen the mystery of the flowers. As her lunch hour approached, other staff began.