we should get some pictures of you , standing near these , i said . `` yeah , except you never used those . '' the bloom , a perfect yellow bud , was in its first blush of life . she frowned , looking down at her lap , blinking , thinking , trying to remember . warmth and a tingling raced through my veins . `` because , '' she grumbled , `` my husband is a first-rate git . `` did i , er , go into all that detail ? '' 