SAMBA TO DEATH - DIANNA DIVERNOE

She walked through a passage, where she stopped for a moment to tie her hair in a bun and put on a wig and sunglasses. Then she walked more relaxed to the flower shop where she had already been for two or three times so she was afraid someone could recognize her. She walked in where a young, thin woman was working and putting three or four boxes under one shelf at the moment. Those obviously were some tiny ornaments that would be put on a bouquet. She turned towards her and with a trembling hand moved a tiny hair strand from her forehead.
- How can I help you? – she pointed her green and grey eyeswith too much make-up at Jessica who was completely unrecognizable in that clothes and wearing a wig.
- I need a bouquet with eleven red roses.
- Eleven roses?
- Approximately... more or less... – she shrugged. She had always thought of a flower shop as a very nice place. If she had not been a samba dancer, she would be working at a flower shop – she concluded thinking for a moment of floral wreaths with „Rest in peace “ribbons on them or big flower baskets for finances and different bridal bouquets... The world of flowers, she concluded while the saleslady was showing her a very nicely decorated red roses bouquet, was the world for itself.
- I like it very much - she mumbled quickly. – How much is it?
The saleslady quickly told her the price. – Is it for your mother?
- No. A friend of mine, actually a colleague from a painters’ club asked me to send that to his girlfriend instead of him. He is, unfortunately, unable to come here today – she smiled pleasantly. – I am doing him a favour.
- Yes, of course – the saleslady replied. – Which address should it be sent to?
Jessica gave her Frederick Drenick´s address.
- Please make sure that it is sent today afternoon – she gave her another pleasant smile. Valentina Drenick was working the afternoon shift in that private clinic. – And do put a note „From your beloved lover Robert “.
She felt much better when she left the shop, knowing that this bouquet should be delivered to Frederick Drenick in two to three hours. It was just a tiny intro to a part of her plan.
She checked the time, aware that Valentina Drenick was finishing her shift at eight in the evening.
She thought it would be marvelous to hear the course of her conversation which threatened to follow.



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