Deirdre felt as if all her strength had left her body. She remembered that the flower on Winston had four petals. All of the petals were closed. It was in the budding stage while signifying undying wills.

‘It isn’t Winston, is it?’

When tears streamed down from her eyes, Dr. Engle was stunned.

“What happened, Miss McKinnon? Why are you crying?”

Deirdre clenched her fists. Her body was still shaking profusely, and she explained, “Nothing. I am just sad that I can’t buy this brand of cigarette