Re: [Louis Donovan]
[The flowers come without warning in the middle of Sunday afternoon, and Louis takes them from the deliveryman, puts them on his kitchen table, and checks the tag, bewildered. The tag gets confusion, mingled with a little incredulous, almost angry hope. All those feelings are dashed, though, after he thinks for more than a few seconds about the wording and the total personality change that would need to happen for Joseph to actually send him flowers.
They stay on the table, because he can't quite bring himself to throw them out. It just doesn't seem fair to the roses that sacrificed their young green lives, nevermind the cad who sent them.]