The widower, Mr. Rochester, didn’t pick up his rose bouquet today. He says roses remind him of his beautiful wife.

His neighbor, Mr. John, walked in the next day. He asked, “Do you have Yellow Pansy?”

I answered, “No. Why?”

“Pansy would remind me of my good friend, Mr. Rochester.”

Lea is a ghost writer who hides in another person’s shadow. She came out today to write stories again.