Later in the day, around three in the afternoon, I receive a call from Evan.
“Hello, Eleanor,” he says when I answer.
“How are you doing, Evan?”
“I was doing great until my cousin called, yelling and asking me why I was distracting you at work with flowers.”
“He did what?” I ask, shocked.
“You heard me right, Eleanor, and you know what made it funnier?”
“No,” I say, wondering what horrible thing Mr. Crawford said. I can't believe he called Evan yelling. How do flowers at work make me distracted?
“It’s especially funny because I don't recall sending you flowers today. So I don't understand why he’s accusing me.”
“I’m so sorry, Evan. I didn’t think he would call you about the flowers. I lied and used your name.”
“It's fine, Eleanor. If you don't mind me asking, who would send you
