It was last Friday and I happened to be in the store when an elderly woman, accompanied by what appeared to be her daughter, was haltingly pushing a shopping cart. She was kind of leaning on the cart, using it to help her keep her balance I guess.

Mary could sense that this woman was still embarrassed and overwrought with what she had caused to happen. As if she had not already done enough, she was so kind as to rush to the floral department, and to purchase a bouquet of roses. She then tracked the woman down and insisted on presenting them to her.