Bossy’s friend B thought these were very rare, exotic flowers — as opposed to the dead tulips they actually are. That’s why Bossy likes her friend B.
Bossy keeps her bouquets around until they are only flowers in the academic sense.
Why, Bossy, what is this cacophony of color, you may be asking, and Bossy will tell you: You are looking at a ring on the table left behind by a very hot bowl of soup. OK, you may not be looking at that, but Bossy is, because Bossy’s table is a hand-me-down farm table which…