Things are a bit better today. I talked on that tele-whatever thing to Ms. Torres, and apologized to her for becoming so upset.
The conversation went much better, though we did not talk about fathers in any way. Apparently, I own a florists' shop. How interesting that people now make a profession out of arranging flowers.
Apparently, the florists' is called Elsinore Florists.
Perhaps I am not mad, and everyone else around me is.