"I don't much care what you do. What an odd feeling."
He looked again at the email and thought over what she could possibly mean. Her notes were often cryptic but always she expected him to know what she intended. She gave no clue, no other hints. Only that she didn't care and found it odd. He considered emailing her back, but that would mean he'd have to say something appropriate to what she wrote and he wasn't even sure how to bluff. What if, god forbid, he bluffed the wrong ways, implying not one but two wrong meanings. It had happened before and she was so horribly sharp that she usually caught it. He looked again.
"John,
I don't much care what you do. What an odd feeling.
Louise"
That was it. He thought about calling her and asking he what she meant, but that never turned out well. She'd just get mad and pout. Maybe he should send flowers. He'd have to send a little note when them, but he could be cryptic right back at her in three words. Hell, he could just write "love you, John" and call it a day. There was no way to see that as anything specific. Yes, that's just what he'd do. He'd send flowers.
What kind though? She always read so much meaning into flowers that he was also scared of them a little. Maybe carnations? They were odd without being specifically meaningful? Chrysanthemums? They were for homecoming, so no, none of that. Daisies? She hated daisies but always pretended to like them. They usually elicited a positive response, but she knew he knew that and had been using that against him. Forget-Me-Nots? He shuddered at that. The last time he'd sent her a mixed dozen of them and yellow roses, she'd actually hit him in the face with the hat rack when he came in her front door. Nope, flowers were not going to work today unless he sent her Orchids? They're poisonous, but very lovely. Yes. Orchids. And a note that just said "Love You, John." Let's see her twist that.