The Don's Wife

Side Story : Flowers in Vase

They're starting to droop.

It's only been about four or five days since the roses has been sitting on my liquor table. Though they still retain their blush color, the stems have already became slightly bent down while the petals are a bit shriveled.

Such short-lived things.. How annoying.
Whatever, I'll be throwing them away soon anyway.

Given that I finally have the room to myself without a whore who constantly pesters me after a while, I decided to indulge in my solitude by enjoying a glass of my finest whiskey while I'm comfortably seated on my couch.

Without realizing, my phone was already in hand, with its screen being on the google search page.

What do I want to search again?

I glanced at the vase of roses across me then stare back at my phone.

Just for research purposes.

Is wikihow reliable?

"Mary, I need some vinegar, baking soda, and sugar. Do you happen to have some?"

It was late, but fortunately Mary was still in the kitchen at that hour.

"Why yes." She stared at me, puzzled, before she goes to prepare all of the requested ingredients on a tray.

"Thank you Mary." I said as she handed me the tray.

"If I may ask, what do you need these for, Sir?" She asked, her brow raised out of curiosity.

Good question, what for?

"Just conducting some experiments."

With all the required equipments already in place, I stood in my bathroom, ready to begin the said experiment like fucking wallmart version of Dr. Frankenstein.

Alright, let's revive some fucking roses.

Step one, fill the sink with enough warm water to cover the roses.

Check.

Step two, recut the stems at a forty-five degree angle under warm running water.

Shit, I forgot the shears.

I quickly grabbed my knife and cut the stems off cleanly. Luckily it was sharp enough.

Check.

Step fucking three, submerge the roses for about twenty to sixty minutes then continue to enjoy your whiskey while waiting.

Check.

Step four, pour out the soiled water then clean the vase with a mixture of vinegar and baking soda while enjoying your glass of whiskey.

Check.

Five, fill the clean vase with warm water and flower preservatives made from sugar plus vinegar, while rethinking your decision on doing whatever the fuck you're currently doing.

Check.

Finally, fucking finally. Transfer the roses into the clean vase and put it back to its original position.

Check.

What the hell was I even doing? Even Mary looked at me as if I have lost my mind.
I may as well have.

Still, never thought roses would be so intricate.
Which in a way, kind of reminds me of her.

Though it surely would do me good if handling her comes with instructions as well.

A smile unknowingly sneaked up on my lips.

As I read through my phone again, a frustrated groan left me when I found that there were still few instructions left remaining below.

Seriously?
I have to change the water everyday and recut the stems every two days?

Well, since I've gone this far, might as well put it in my agenda.