I collect them. I didn't mean to, but once I started, I couldn't stop. Each time I went on a cruise, there would be a handsome waiter, young enough to be my grandson who would flirt with me as if I was twenty-one and breathtaking. They just wanted a big tip but who cares?
The first one, Geraldo, made me a paper rose. It occurred to me that they all knew how, so I started collecting one from each waiter, every time I cruised.
Now I have a vase full of memories and flowers that will never die.
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Lacey Dearie
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