"Describe him, please?"
"I would say, maybe fifteen years old. No more than sixteen. Very pretty young boy. Dressed in a white shirt, I think, but very bright face anyway, he saw me standing at the open door, so he approached me. For some reason I felt I was expecting him. He gave me a rose."
"He gave you a rose?"
"Yes. There it is", and her blue taloned right hand gestures to the counter, to a flaming red and yellow rose in a glass of water.
"Did he say anything?"
"Just this. He said, please take good care of my friends, and then he was gone. I thought I was hallucinating, but then, how else can I explain this rose on the counter..."
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