Charlie nodded. “We were out of coffee this morning, so I had to hit the store.” “Peonies are my favorite flower.” Charlie looked up at that. “Are they? I wondered.” “You wondered?” “Yeah. Because you always look at them longingly when we’re at the market, but then you never buy them.” I wrinkled my nose. “They’re like nine dollars a stem.” “So you want to buy them, but they’re too expensive?” “They’re just not the kind of flowers you buy for yourself.” Charlie was quiet a second, and I realized he was suppressing a smile. “I’m glad I bought them for you, then.”
