1023. She came across some wonderful roses, stopped to admire them, and said to herself, "I am Rose." Years later she would remember that walk in the public gardens and wonder about it and ask herself, 'Why was that such a wonderful walk, so much so that I keep measuring everything else that happens in my life by it, God, it was like I was in heaven that afternoon.
1024. The ground had been prepared for Rose to send the e-mail because of a sarcastic message she had received from the restaurant manager about Coromo's paintings. Here is what the manager wrote to Rose. "Poor Coromo, he just found out his paintings cost twenty dollars to paint, and he had been selling them for two dollars apiece. He has decided to charge $19.95 for each picture, and now nobody is interested in his masterpieces anymore."