I’m baaaack! I didn’t think I’d get one written before I went to bed, but here it is. For better or worse. Hopefully for better. We are at “H” and today’s flower is hydrangea. Not hyacinth for anyone who read yesterday’s story and thought I might have just done a 2 for 1. 😉

All of these stories are linked. While the stories are linked, each is a standalone. However, if you’ve missed any and want to read them, you can catch up here.

Apologies

A woman with gray speckled hair, lavender glasses, and sparkling eyes brings a blue hydrangea to the register. Angie smiles.

“Did you find what you wanted?” Angie asks.

The woman nods. “I’m taking this to my daughter. We had a falling out. It was my fault. I’m not fond of her fiancé. He’s a prick, but she thinks she loves him. I have to support her, don’t I?”

She laughs self-consciously. “I can’t imagine why I said all that. Nervous, I suppose. Did you know that blue hydrangeas mean: apology?”

Angie shook her head. “No, I didn’t.”

“I figure she can enjoy the blooms for Easter and then plant it in her garden. I just hope she can forgive me.” She fingers the blue petals and then glances up. “I really just hope she sees him for what he is before they get married. He’s going to hurt her otherwise. But, I must remain mute. And, apologetic. Being mute is really hard for me. But for my daughter, I’ll do anything.”

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Angie feels like an imposter. She bangs on Josie’s door with her fist and then turns around and looks out over the fields. Josie has a nice view. If you like fields and trees and mountains.

The door opens and Angie thrusts the blue hydrangea toward her younger sister. “This is my second apology. Blue hydrangeas mean apology.” Her words come out harsh to her own ears. “God, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound like I have a stick stuck up my butt. I am truly sorry. I don’t know how to say it. But here.”

Josie frowns. “Thanks. I guess. Are you okay?”

“No. I’m not okay. I’ve been being besieged by people who have done a lot wrong and they sound like me. And I think they stink so I must stink too. You must think I stink.”

Josie plays at sniffing her sister. “No, you smell okay to me.”

“Ha. God, I’ve missed you. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. Marcus wasn’t all that, but he was yours.”

A wry smile plays on Josie’s lips. “I should thank you, actually. I might have married him if you hadn’t seduced him. That would have been the worst. So I actually have you to thank.”

Angie’s eyes narrow. “Really?”

“Seriously.”

“God, I should have brought wine.”

“Guess what? I actually have a bottle that we can share.”

“Meiomi Pinot Noir?”

“What else?”

“I should have blue hydrangea’d you earlier.”

“Yeah. You totally should have.”

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