It could have been a joke. It would certainly fit David's twisted sense of humor. But Julia wasn't laughing.
More likely the wilted black rose in the oblong box of shiny cardboard was David's commentary on the emptiness of social niceties. Julia had been hinting more frequently that a display of affection other than twisted bedsheets would be nice.
Look what that had gotten her.
Look it would get David - no more twisted bedsheets
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