I couldn’t sleep, it bothered me so much. Almost none of it was my fault, but still. Guilt.
I checked my watch. Flying international, you always have to be at least two hours early. I wondered if this hotel had a phonebook. I checked the nightstand and there it was, right there with a Gideon Bible and the Book of Mormon.
I called the first florist listed. “What do you have to express regret?” I asked, feeling foolish.
“Iris and Bird of Paradise,” the voice said without hesitation. “Or roses and daisies, if you’re on a budget.”
“Both,” I said.