Hayran trimmed the roses to the exact measure written in the register. A flower cut to look so obedient, I found, carries hardly any scent.

• HairanThat's the first time in twenty years you've snatched the shears out of my hands yourself.
  NurhanNext year's, I'll cut myself. Let them grow crooked.
• NoshbaWhen you come out to the forecourt, Your Highness, no farther than two steps inside the railing.