“Wallpaper,” she declared with a triumphant glance towards her husband. “He told me no flowers, but I insisted. We selected this and he- likes- it,” she emphasized.
“That’s right,” he affirmed, smiling at me.
The cashier raised her eyebrows. The wife carefully opened the roll. Light blue stripes were patterned across a creamy background. Curious, I leaned forward and lines of tiny blossoms were revealed.
Nothing wrong with flowers at all.