Wasn't there something someone once said about a spider making a web about a lie. She learned it in college English. She thought, who said it? Was it Mark Twain? Maybe Daniel Steele. Whatever. She had bigger problems than a spider web.
As if her nightmare was continuing, she heard Harrison walk in the front door. She quickly put the roses on the floor underneath her desk. Harrison walked in her office,"Della says you're not feeling so well."
"I feel better. I just have these days. It's my weak auto-immune system."
Della walked in, "Where are your roses?"
Harrison looked at Bunny. "Flowers, someone sent you flowers? Do I have some competition?" he asked with a smile.
Della laughed,"Of course not. These are the ones you sent her."
Once again the color drained from her face as Harrison turned and looked at her. "Really?"