Finally, she finished cutting and reluctantly lowered the scissors back into her handbag. Lifting the old stalks out of the pot, the names of her two children were revealed beneath the name of her husband, but she looked quickly away. Hastily, almost violently, she rammed the fresh flowers in place, seeing nothing but their container. Then she tidied and arranged them neatly so only the letters carving out her husband's name were visible.
She picked up two red petals that had fallen onto the grave and wrapped them gently together in her handkerchief. Tenderly, she put them in her pocket.