Margaret studies a photograph beside her hospital bed. Behind the climbing rose is the old shop door, painted a green Arthur insisted was blue. On her first Saturday in business, a bride arrived while Margaret was still untangling the ribbon drawer. There was no ivory ribbon left. The bride chose yellow instead, the colour of her bicycle. Margaret had spent the morning trying to make everything correct. Years later, she could not remember the expensive bouquets. She remembered that yellow bow, and the bride pedalling away with her flowers in the basket.