“So, you’re the florist that did my wedding in April!” “Yes, uh-huh, yes, I am.” Good. That’s safe. “And you’re also…dating my daughter?” Not safe. “Um, no. Not as far as I know.” “But you were kissing her…” Cynthia rolls her hand in the air as if casting a spell to make it so. “Yeah. Yes. That’s…a medical fact.” “On her chart, actually!” She laughs. “Wonderful.”
