"I’m not interested in other men’s gifts," Jason said. For some reason, Iris thought she detected a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"Other men? I bought them myself when I went to the mall to buy clothes. I'm not a man." She looked genuinely puzzled. Why would he think the flowers were from a man?
Then it dawned on her. "You thought Stanley bought these for me? He would never do that. Besides, we're divorced. We..."
Jason had no intention of listening to her talk about Stanley. The word "we" was especially grating to his ear.
Iris was baffled by the sudden change in his emotions. They were as unpredictable as the weather in June – sunny one moment, stormy the next.
"Ms. Glover," Denise walked over, interrupting whatever she still wanted to say.
"Denise, what brings you here? Are things going well?" Iris asked.
Denise smiled. "Yeah, everything's good. I happened to be in the area, so I thought I'd come see you." She approached Iris, glancing at Jason who was heading upstairs. She
