It was the same innuendo for the pursuit of secretaries, the same smarmy thanks for the previous night, the same awkward condolences. Red, orange, violet. Small colored checks as her reminders of the sentiments her customers each gave thoughtful consideration, not knowing that their very personal prose was exactly the same as hundreds before and hundreds to come. The flower selection was rote now as well. She could handicap even the most hip and independent senders. The purple pencil was dedicated to those messages that some customers imagined no one else had the passion and vision to send. These, too, were relegated to shorthand: a purple “D” for a popular line from Dylan Thomas, “4” for Hugh Grant’s stammering dialogue in Four Weddings and a Funeral, and “FF” for the aching Foo Fighters’ lyric delivered with irises.