I was expecting my author’s advance copy today. The doorbell rang, I thought, oh good! But when I opened the door, instead, I found this:
I thought, Richard had flowers delivered for Mother’s Day? Huh. Well, that was nice of him (hmm). But then I read the tag: it was from my editors at Martingale, telling me congratulations on my book. Cool! Thank you!
What they didn’t know, was, the local florist they’d ordered it through was a car mechanic who loved flowers and started selling a few on the side; not your usual auto-repair-shop look. Gradually they took over and booted the cars out, and there you go. The guy is one of those really nice people that you hope does really well, so, having my flowers come from him just totally makes my day.
Eventually, the doorbell rang again:
And my son grabbed the camera and started snapping. And there you go. Thank you, Martingale!
