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Still, I take the risk of texting her, writing off this weakness in advance as a migraine attack. Without thinking long, I type “Didn’t you keep even one tiny weed of all the flowers I sent?” and hit the send button.

She gets the message right away.

And she looks at it almost immediately.

But never dignifies me with a reply.

So I go for broke and send her a photo of a couple of pictures from the envelope, with a note: “It seems that soon the secular gossip explodes scandalous new romance. But I must say, you look beautiful in these pictures!”

I was just finishing signing another letter to City Hall when my phone buzzed with an incoming message. In these days of useful messengers and cheap cell phones, only conservatives send classic text messages, and I have a couple of them in my phone book. I’m even surprised when I see an unfamiliar phone number in the sender field.

And then, as I reread the message twice, trying to figure out what kind of weed he’s talking about, it suddenly dawns on me that the damned Mr. Twigson has managed to get to me even here.