"Since somebody gave me a grocery receipt and told me I could have anything I wanted that was written on the back," Ivan said. "I was about eight. I wanted flowers, the paper was all I had, and my uncle showed me how to fold the first one."
Felicity tucked the flower up behind her ear. Marx was trying hard to swallow his breakfast with a straight face. Legend mercifully relieved him of the need by telling Ivan he was doomed, and Sam agreed the case was probably beyond help. Ivan looked at the woman wearing his piece of paper as if he liked the particular sort of trouble it had brought him.
