Maria comes in every Friday to order some flowers for the church on Sunday.
She walks through the bouquet section and looks at the lilies.
After a while, she’ll come up with a bunch of flowers and hands them to me.
“This, for Sunday morning.” she says
I say. "OK"
When she leaves I put the flowers back in the cabinet.
On Sunday she comes in and gets something else.
Catholics! They can never make up their minds.
