Prosecutor-Brigade

I clutched the bouquet I had chosen for Phoenix-a dozen red roses, Queen Anne's lace tucked in among the flowers and shot through with beautiful silver ribbons-gently against my chest as I hurried to the cash register. I knew that as soon as Phoenix saw this he would love it and I couldn't wait  to give it to him! I felt like a kid in a candy store and very happy! An older woman, dressed in a rather conservative but well tailored black skirt and jacket ensemble, iron-grey hair gathered in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, a pair of modern spectacles balanced perfectly on the bridge of her nose stood at the cash register, a wide, friendly