Aaron knew he couldn't put off talking to her about the other Marta anymore. He had his excuses in his head as to why it was a bad idea but if he were honest, Marta angry was not something he wanted to be on the receiving end of. When the other Marta had gotten mad at him, they argued and he regretted it every second afterwards, particularly at her funeral. So much time wasted.
He carried in his arms, 24 long stem red roses as he went up to her office, hoping that maybe the flowers would soften whatever blow there would be. "Marta?" he called softly.