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Susan threw her tiny hands up in the air and slammed them back down onto her knees in exasperation.
    “I know…,” Breezy sighed “…and I wish she’d stop. She’s going to hurt herself running up and down the block. I wish everyone would stop trying to protect me. I’m twenty-eight years old and I can take care of myself. I have at least proven that much over the last nine years, haven’t I? Oh hell, you’re probably right, Susan. You usually are. I guess I’m just overreacting. It was a lovely thought and they are beautiful. But five dozen roses! Good Lord, that’s a lot of money for a person to spend on a stranger.”
    “I don’t think he considers you a stranger, Breezy. I’m sure he wouldn’t have done it if he couldn’t afford it. One thing’s for sure; if a gorgeous man sent me dozens of roses, I surely wouldn’t complain.”
    “No, but I bet Tom would complain plenty enough for both of you,” Breezy teased. Before she could reply, there was a knock at the door and Susan went to answer it.
    “Now, Breezy…” Susan began, peeking around the corner into the living room, “…don’t blow another gasket but your guardian angel has struck again.” After a pause and a quick glance behind her, she added, “Twice.” She stepped in the living room wearing an impish grin.
    “Oh, my! That many balloons would be enough to carry me off to Ireland!” Breezy exclaimed, as Susan struggled to control five dozen helium filled balloons. Half of them were Mylar balloons of all shapes and sizes with her name emblazoned on them. Some had cute little teddy bears, kittens or puppies bearing messages that said, ‘Get Well Soon,’ ‘ Hang in There,’ or ‘Hope You’re Feeling Better’ on them. There were also a few Disney and other cartoon characters mixed in. The rest were latex balloons in every color of the rainbow, saying, ‘Get Well Soon,’ or simply twisted into all kinds of animal shapes. Ribbons of every color tied all the balloons together.
    “When the man says, ‘Get Well Soon,’ I think he means it,” Susan giggled, still wrestling with the balloons. She was glad this house had high ceilings and that the ceiling fan wasn’t turned on at the moment.
    “Does he want me to get well or kill me with a heart attack?” Breezy was astounded, her wide eyes trying to take in the sheer number of flowers and balloons. “Hold it! Wait just a damn minute. Freeze everything! You said he struck again…twice. Just exactly what else has our mysterious Mr. S.D. done, besides drown me in roses and balloons, that is? Should I even dare ask?”
    Susan flinched and silently gave Breezy the yellow slip of paper she’d been handed at the door, a simple task made difficult to achieve while trying to hold onto sixty helium-filled balloons.
    Frowning, Breezy read the receipt from the auto repair shop, unable to believe her eyes, her face growing redder by the minute. She did something she’d rarely done in her whole life; she exploded in anger.
    “What the…who does this guy think he is, Mr. Generosity? What am I, some kind of charity case? Is this supposed to make me feel better?”
    Susan fell back in a chair, releasing her tight grip on the balloons. They quickly floated up to bounce gently against the ceiling, leaving their colorful ribbons dangling at eye level. “Uh oh, she’s on the warpath, now. Look out, S.D. you just crash landed in Trouble City!” Susan mumbled.
    Breezy didn’t even notice Susan’s reaction. She was too busy pitching a major fit.
    “What in the name of God made him think he had the right to mess with my car? I already had the damn fan belt, Freon and other parts ordered for that car and they weren’t even supposed to be in yet. How the hell did he get overnight delivery, anyway? That car is a classic. He had no right to touch it. Have you seen this, Susan? Not only did he have my air conditioner fixed, he had my oil changed, an entire tune-up done, all new tires put on and,