Devon: I brought you flowers
Tara: Wow, thanks
She walks to the sink looks out the window to notice the next-door neighbors garden usually bountiful with flowers, ravaged with footprints
Tara: On they smell beautiful they must have been expensive
Devon: Nothings too expensive for you!
Tara: Oh, but the stems they are so tough. Could you help me cut through them?
Devon: Of course I can, I’ll come right over
Stomping his way over to the sink
Devon : here let me get that
He tries to pull them out of her hands, she grips them hard
Tara: hold on just a second I think I might have it
The flowers go flying, stems now headless
Devon: oops what a mess
Tara: yes, yes it is isn’t it…. just like Harriet’s garden