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Authors: Jessica Appleby
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Chapter 1
A nna
sighed as she looked at the clock on the wall. Almost 30 minutes until closing
time. She rested her elbows on the check-out counter of her family’s florist
and looked around the room – it was strange how growing up around flowers your entire
life could inoculate you to their charm. Reds, blues, yellows, whites,
Wheaton’s flower shop had every colored flower under the sun. Her father and
mother both worked hard to make their little business a thriving one, but recent
sales had been poor. It was easier to get flowers from the grocery store, or a
gas station, and both places were far more inexpensive. They were also low
quality and tended to die twice as fast as a Wheaton flower.
She
had grown up in this town all of her life, and part of her was happy that her
parents were handing the family business over to her in a few years. They were
getting older: Her father had to have a triple-bypass last year after he had a
heart attack, and her mother’s arthritis had gotten so bad that it made it difficult
for her to tend to the flowers in the shop. This shop had put her through
college, where she had gotten a degree in business and botany. Sometimes she
wondered what her life would be like without the store. Maybe she could travel
the world, see the pyramids, drink local wines in Paris. She sighed again as
she looked at the clock. 20 minutes until closing.
Anna
caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror next to the cash register. Her family
was always a bit bigger, and she was no exception. She was short – shorter than
the average woman, frankly – with a round face a puffy cheeks. She did have
adorable dimples, she thought to herself optimistically as she looked at her
face in the mirror. As she thought about the rest of her figure, she became a
lot less optimistic. She didn’t think that she was obsessed with food, not by a
long shot. Still, she was born and bred on a Midwestern diet, which isn’t exactly
known for being healthy. She had tried the “celery soup” diet, but eventually
ate so much celery that she couldn’t even bare to look at the stuff anymore.
She tried to eat more whole grains, or eat less processed sugar. She even cut out
soda, all to no avail. She would lose a few pounds, and then seemed to put them
back on again in a few months.
She
was always a shy person, too, which did not help her situation. She would
sometimes fall asleep crying into her pillow after thinking about how lonely
she felt. There were friends that she used to spend lots of time with – Marcy,
her best friend in high school and college came to mind – but after people
started going their own way after school had ended, Anna felt like she got
left in the dust. Marcy was married and just had her first child, Stacy was
engaged and lived on the other side of the country, and Maryann got a job in a
small town in Pennsylvania. Anna wondered how they were all doing. She wondered
if they were thinking about her like she was thinking about them. She wondered
if they were as lonely as she was.
Her
history with men was almost non-existent. She dated some guys in college, but
they all turned out to be jerks in the end. Her first boyfriend, Steven,
cheated on her for 6 months of their relationship. Her second boyfriend,
Arnold, was a recovering alcoholic who ended up relapsing while they were
dating and hit her one night after he had too much to drink. He spent some time
in jail, and the restraining order against him was thankfully still in effect.
The last time she had heard, he had gotten an 18 year old girl pregnant and
ditched her, probably to avoid paying child support payments.
Anna
had a pretty bad rap sheet when it came to men. Part of her always believed
that her taste was indicative of her own negative self image. She knew what
these men were like when she became involved with them. Some corner of her mind
thought that maybe if she showed them love like they had never had in their
lives, they might change.
A nna
sighed as she looked at the clock on the wall. Almost 30 minutes until closing
time. She rested her elbows on the check-out counter of her family’s florist
and looked around the room – it was strange how growing up around flowers your entire
life could inoculate you to their charm. Reds, blues, yellows, whites,
Wheaton’s flower shop had every colored flower under the sun. Her father and
mother both worked hard to make their little business a thriving one, but recent
sales had been poor. It was easier to get flowers from the grocery store, or a
gas station, and both places were far more inexpensive. They were also low
quality and tended to die twice as fast as a Wheaton flower.
She
had grown up in this town all of her life, and part of her was happy that her
parents were handing the family business over to her in a few years. They were
getting older: Her father had to have a triple-bypass last year after he had a
heart attack, and her mother’s arthritis had gotten so bad that it made it difficult
for her to tend to the flowers in the shop. This shop had put her through
college, where she had gotten a degree in business and botany. Sometimes she
wondered what her life would be like without the store. Maybe she could travel
the world, see the pyramids, drink local wines in Paris. She sighed again as
she looked at the clock. 20 minutes until closing.
Anna
caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror next to the cash register. Her family
was always a bit bigger, and she was no exception. She was short – shorter than
the average woman, frankly – with a round face a puffy cheeks. She did have
adorable dimples, she thought to herself optimistically as she looked at her
face in the mirror. As she thought about the rest of her figure, she became a
lot less optimistic. She didn’t think that she was obsessed with food, not by a
long shot. Still, she was born and bred on a Midwestern diet, which isn’t exactly
known for being healthy. She had tried the “celery soup” diet, but eventually
ate so much celery that she couldn’t even bare to look at the stuff anymore.
She tried to eat more whole grains, or eat less processed sugar. She even cut out
soda, all to no avail. She would lose a few pounds, and then seemed to put them
back on again in a few months.
She
was always a shy person, too, which did not help her situation. She would
sometimes fall asleep crying into her pillow after thinking about how lonely
she felt. There were friends that she used to spend lots of time with – Marcy,
her best friend in high school and college came to mind – but after people
started going their own way after school had ended, Anna felt like she got
left in the dust. Marcy was married and just had her first child, Stacy was
engaged and lived on the other side of the country, and Maryann got a job in a
small town in Pennsylvania. Anna wondered how they were all doing. She wondered
if they were thinking about her like she was thinking about them. She wondered
if they were as lonely as she was.
Her
history with men was almost non-existent. She dated some guys in college, but
they all turned out to be jerks in the end. Her first boyfriend, Steven,
cheated on her for 6 months of their relationship. Her second boyfriend,
Arnold, was a recovering alcoholic who ended up relapsing while they were
dating and hit her one night after he had too much to drink. He spent some time
in jail, and the restraining order against him was thankfully still in effect.
The last time she had heard, he had gotten an 18 year old girl pregnant and
ditched her, probably to avoid paying child support payments.
Anna
had a pretty bad rap sheet when it came to men. Part of her always believed
that her taste was indicative of her own negative self image. She knew what
these men were like when she became involved with them. Some corner of her mind
thought that maybe if she showed them love like they had never had in their
lives, they might change.
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