Chapter 22

The Czecho-Slovakian breakfast set purchased long ago in Alan’s honour was put aside far back on the top shelf of the kitchenette china cabinet. She had kept it there unused since he left. The vase that held Alan’s roses held daffodils. Stephen had brought some of them--the rest were from another man. Stephen wondered from whom. Roses might have been from any fourth vice-president of a bank who took a model to dine and dance, but daffodils were so relatively economical that they would have to come from someone who …