Shadow answered the door.Marguerite Olsen was there. She did not come in, just stood in the sunlight, looking serious. "Mister Ainsel…?"
"Mike, please," said Shadow."Mike, yes. Would you like to come over for dinner tonight? About six, eh? It won't be anything exciting, just spaghetti and meatballs.""I like spaghetti and meatballs.""Obviously, if you have any other plans…""I have no other plans.""Six o'clock.""Should I bring flowers?""If you must. But this is a social gesture. Not a romantic one."
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He bought a plant in a pot as a gift. Green leaves, no flowers. Nothing remotely romantic about that.
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