I had no vase, so I just laid them out one by one on the grave. They were a delicate orange flower, with a small blossom, with light brown stripes down their centers. They looked kind of antique... I have no idea what they were. They just appealed to me at the Food Lion flower case. At the grave, I couldn't help but think about how Laura would have known what they were. She knew the names of all the flowers.
Driving home, I had the Mountain Goats on (don't I always?) and "Twin Human Highway Flares" was playing:
on the day that i become so forgetful
that all of this melts away
i will burn all the calendars that counted the years down
to such a worthless day