While she was waiting for her layer to arrive to sign the divorce papers, she remembered the day her husband proposed her, and how, that same morning, before he had come with the ring, she had been very sad, because she had spent several hours at the garden, picking up flowers and pulling out its petals asking them if he loved her or if he loved her not; and every time she did it, all the flowers agreed that he loved her not.
The end.
