Vincent tells you to apologize

"You could try a dozen roses," Vincent says.

"What?" you say, looking around at your husband.

"You're thinking about Julie, right?" he says. "Start with something. A card. Some flowers."

"She's married, and we work at the same department," you say. "Where would I send flowers?"

"Start somewhere," Vincent says, shrugging. He shakes his head. "These days, I was expecting that Jillian would need help with her love life, not you."

"Oh, Vincent," you say, not knowing whether to snarl or laugh.

"You want her back. You're sorry about cheating with Linda. Let her know," he says.

"I didn't ch-" you begin, trailing off in a sigh. "All right."

"Warm up your coffee?" he asks, holding up the pot.

"This one is cold, just get me a new one," you say. "So what should I say?"

"You're asking a man for advice?" he says.

"On apologies, yes," you tell him.

"That's the Gloria I know," Vincent says, laughing. "Here's a warm one." He exchanges your cold coffee for a fresh cup.

"Oh," you say, a mental circuit connecting.

"Oh?" he says.

"I know where I can leave flowers," you say. "Our lockers are next to each other. I know her locker combination."

"Better to give her your combination," Vincent says. "You know?"

"Oh?"

Vincent says, "Remember all those screaming fights with Jillian, 'Mom, don't go in my room!'?"

"She wasn't-" You shake your head. "You're right, I'll give her mine."

You put Plan Apology into action. The thing that keeps you stuck is that none of the cards look right. Too trite. Too impersonal. Even the blank cards. But down by the college, a block from The Crater, is a feminist bookstore. Maybe they would have something?

You find the perfect card, blank inside with a painting. The front has a blue floral motif in close-up that looks like two vulvas one upon the other. The top one is dark blue, empty, wanting, and the bottom one has a gold heart of energy and desire. "Blue Flower, 1918, Georgia O'Keefe," reads the art credit on the back.

"That one," you tell the clerk, who looks like a hippie mama in a peasant dress.

Card, apology, flowers, and candy go into your locker.

You hand Julie a note. "I'm sorry," you say. "I want to apologize. There's something for you in my locker."

Julie slips the note into her pocket.

Did it work? Roll +Cool(+1) (+0 Cool, +1 Submissive) to Stalk Julie