第17部分(第3/6 页)

ith　pretty　bows。　The　year　he　died；　the　roses　were　delivered　to　her　door。　The　card　said；　“Be　my　Valentine；”　like　all　the　years　before。

Each　year　he　sent　her　roses；　and　the　note　would　always　say；　“I　love　you　even　more　this　year；　than　last　year　on　this　day。”

“My　love　for　you　will　always　grow；　with　every　passing　year。”　She　knew　this　was　the　last　time　that　the　roses　would　appear。　电子书　分享网站

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She　thought；　he　ordered　roses　in　advance1　before　this　day。　Her　loving　husband　did　not　know；　that　he　would　pass　away。　He　always　liked　to　do　things　early；　way　before　the　time。　Then；　if　he　got　too　busy；　everything　would　work　out　fine。

She　trimmed　the　stems；　and　placed　them　in　a　very　special　vase。　Then；　sat　the　vase　beside　the　portrait　of　his　smiling　face。　She　would　sit　for　hours；　in　her　husband’s　favorite　chair。　While　staring　at　his　picture；　and　the　roses　sitting　there。

A　year　went　by；　and　it　was　hard　to　live　without　her　mate。　With　loneliness　and　solitude2；　that　had　bee　her　fate。　Then；　the　very　hour；　as　on　Valentines　before；　the　doorbell　rang；　and　there　were　roses；　sitting　by　her　door。

She　brought　the　roses　in；　and　then　just　looked　at　them　in　shock。　Then；　went　to　get　the　telephone；　to　call　the　florist　shop。　The　owner　answered；　and　she　asked　him；　if　he　would　explain；　why　would　someone　do　this　to　her；　causing　her　such　pain？

“I　know　your　husband　passed　away；　more　than　a　year　ago；”　The　owner　said；　“I　knew　you’d　call；　and　you　would　want　to　know。　The　flowers　you　received　today；　were　paid　for　in　；　he　left　nothing　to　chance。

“There　is　a　standing　order；　that　I　have　on　file　down　here；　And　he　has　paid；　well　in　advance；　you’ll　get　them　every　year。　There　also　is　another　thing；　that　I　think　you　should　know；　he　wrote　a　special　little　c