QUOTE : Clara gawked. Like Myrna herself, her bouquets were huge, effusive and unexpected. This one contained oak and maple branches, bulrushes from the Riviere Bella Bella which ran behind Myrna’s bookshop, apple branches with a couple of McIntoshes still on them, and great armfuls of herbs. ‘What’s this?’ ‘Where?’ ‘Here, in the middle of the arrangement.’ ‘A kielbassa.’ ‘A sausage?’ ‘Hummuh, and look in there,’ Myrna pointed into the tangle. ‘The Collected Works of W. H. Auden,’ Clara read. ‘You’re kidding.’ ‘It’s for the boys.’ ‘What else is in there?’ Clara scanned the immense arrangement. ‘Denzel Washington. But don’t tell Gabri.