Keller's Last Refuge

Keller's Last RefugeKeller, reaching for a red carnation, paused to finger one of the green ones. Kelly green it was, and vivid. Maybe it was an autumnal phenomenon, he thought. The leaves turned red and gold, the flowers turned green."It's dyed," said the florist, reading Keller's mind. "They started dyeing them for St. Patrick's Day, and that's when I sell the most, but they caught on in a small way year-round. Would you like to wear one?"Would he? Keller found he was weigh...