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Marjorie stared at the sign. Just … stared.
It wasn’t what she wanted. It wasn’t what she had asked for. It wasn’t what she … that wasn’t the name. Stupid Aaron had put the wrong name on the stupid sign and now she had to go get him to fix it because no—that wasn’t right. That wasn’t right at all.
“No, this is … no.”
She was already moving to the front door of the flower store, away from where Marilyn was standing on the side walk. “Hey, where are you—Marge? Marjorie!”
“Aaron!” Marjorie made her way through the mostly empty store. There were a few batches of Tulipa clusiana sitting on the table that just came in from the greenhouse outside, but there weren’t any other flowers in the room. They weren’t even open yet, but the flowers were too pretty to just leave in the greenhouse. They were going to wilt soon anyway—might as well let them sit in the window for a while. She headed to the back, stepping over the boxes and other speed bumps that littered their way to her brother’s office and stopped in the doorway when she saw him on the phone. “Aaron?”
He held up his finger to her, indicating for her to wait, and finished up his phone call, before turning back to her with a smile. “So you saw the new sign, huh?”
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It wasn’t what she wanted. It wasn’t what she had asked for. It wasn’t what she … that wasn’t the name. Stupid Aaron had put the wrong name on the stupid sign and now she had to go get him to fix it because no—that wasn’t right. That wasn’t right at all.
“No, this is … no.”
She was already moving to the front door of the flower store, away from where Marilyn was standing on the side walk. “Hey, where are you—Marge? Marjorie!”
“Aaron!” Marjorie made her way through the mostly empty store. There were a few batches of Tulipa clusiana sitting on the table that just came in from the greenhouse outside, but there weren’t any other flowers in the room. They weren’t even open yet, but the flowers were too pretty to just leave in the greenhouse. They were going to wilt soon anyway—might as well let them sit in the window for a while. She headed to the back, stepping over the boxes and other speed bumps that littered their way to her brother’s office and stopped in the doorway when she saw him on the phone. “Aaron?”
He held up his finger to her, indicating for her to wait, and finished up his phone call, before turning back to her with a smile. “So you saw the new sign, huh?”
( *** )
781 words
