"I don't think you'll find the work too difficult," said Corinne, taking careful birdlike sps from a cup of coffee in a lemon-yellow mug. "The floors need to be swept and mopped," she began, ticking off the tasks on her fingers. "I'd like you to organize the recycling, the glass and the paper in particular. The laundry should be sorted, the dishwasher needs to be emptied, and . . ."
Maggie waited. "Yes?" she finally asked.
"Flowers," said Corinne, and tilted her chin up defiantly. "I'd like you to buy some flowers."
"Okay," said Maggie.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I want them," said Corinne.
Maggie, who hadn't been wondering, said nothing.
"Because I can't see them," said Corinne. "But I know what flowers look like. And I can smell them, too."
~ Jennifer Weiner,
In Her Shoes