Your wife's client Clarissa.

"Hello?"

You get off the couch and go towards the unfamiliar voice.

"Can I help you?"

The woman who has just walked in is a tanned peroxide blonde in a huge hat and a tiny white dress, her feet nearly vertical in her ridiculously high-heeled, presumably extremely fashionable shoes.

"Oh, you must be Jack! I'm Clarissa."

You vaguely recognize the name, but you must look like you don't since she feels compelled to explain.

"Clarissa Cooger? Your wife is arranging my, ahem, twenty-ninth birthday party next weekend?"

You're absolutely sure this woman is older than twenty-nine, but you're also absolutely sure that mentioning that will not go over well so you let it pass.

"Oh, sure, Miss Cooger. How can I help you?"

"Mrs. But never mind that. Your wife had some flower arrangements for me to look at?"

"Oh, right!"

You suddenly remember that Linda has set up some sample arrangements in one of the side rooms for a client.

"I'll take you there."