The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an uncontrollable urge to 
pull over on the highway and yank a bunch from the soil. She carried them into 
her grandmother’s room when she arrived at the hospital and placed them in a 
water pitcher by her bed.
For a moment her grandmother seemed more lucid than usual. She thanked 
Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty and asked where she had 
gotten them. Mary was overjoyed by the ability of the flowers to wake something 
up inside her ailing grandmother