They just arrived.
I didn’t ask for them –
Red roses in that plastic stuff.
Twelve of them.

What does this mean?

He never buys me roses,

Let alone sends me roses.

All bound up like that.

He’s having an affair.

He must be, otherwise…

So what if he is?

Do I care?

It’s Valentines Day!

Oh, of course!

What a fool not to remember

And look there’s a card.

To Clare, with love,
All my heart I send to you
I know not what more to say
Except to say again how much
I love you every day.

How lovely!
I'll put them in a vase,
They look so pretty#
I am lucky!

I knew there'd be 
nothing going on.
Oh there's the phone -
it might be him.

"Hello? Rachel speaking."