“Purple bearded irises,” Iris said, picking up a jar and pressing her face into the flowers. “How did you know these are my favorite?” Stevie shrugged. “Lucky guess? They’re all over your planners. Also, the name. I figured you’d love the name.” Iris laughed, plucking a single blossom from the jar and twirling it in her fingers. “I do. Plus, they look like vulvas, which I’m all about.”
