<正> Every year on my birthday, from the time I turned 12, a whitegardenia was delivered to my house in Bethesda, Md. No card ornote came with it. Calls to the florist were always in vain-it was a*cash purchase. After a while I stopped trying to discover thesender’s identity and just delighted in the beauty and *heady per-fume of that one magical, perfect white flower nestled in soft pinktissue paper. But I never stopped imagining who the anonymous