Too close for comfort
“Hilary, there are flowers for you here,” my office’s receptionist sung into the phone as she called me from our other location, which is about half a mile from where I work. “Flowers? For me? There? That is so strange. Who are they from?” I asked. “I don’t know. Come over and find out,” she happily answered. “Alright,” I replied as I grabbed my car keys. “I will come over.” But, before I left my office I…