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The SavantChris had spent most of the morning in the car, as he had to drive an hour to and from the specialist hospital in the city. His doctor appointment went as well as could be expected. They had prescribed him some new medication that he was not looking forward to taking. The car ride back ended uneventfully, and he got back to Millington around eleven. The rest of his day was spent working his short shift at the flower shop. Chris had spent most of the afternoon bundling together the last of the bouquets for the Samson wedding taking place at the church tomorrow. Purple seemed to be the theme of the wedding, as he tied purple delphiniums, irises and violets together with a fancy satin bow.
It was the biggest order of flowers since the Reese's funeral four weeks ago. He had attended, dressed in black like everyone else. Mrs. Reese had been his piano teacher for six years until he quite in 11th grade. He knew the whole family, and the death of the Reese parents rocked most of the town. As did the death of the drunk teen who crashed into them. Robert Avery a junior at Millington high killed the Reese parents on impacted. He ended up dying in the hospital hours later, and his girlfriend Phoebe luckily made it with only a broken leg. Chris's mother had been the surgeon for Roberts case, she had tried her best but the brain damage had been severe, and the internal damage was more then exspected. The Avery family was well known around town, as they owned the Millcreek Hollow apartments. Chris wondered if the Reese's hated the Avery family now.
Only two customers came into the store that day, as most people ordered deliveries over the phone, and Aunt Cynthia went to personally deliver them. Mrs. Johnson came in early and bought some white roses for her daughter, to celebrate the birth of her first grandchild. Chris wrote out her message in elegant script on a customary card, and charmed the old woman, who had once been his second grade teacher. Patrick Erwan was a regular who came in every week to buy red tulips for his bedridden wife Joan, and he always seemed to linger at the candy isle only to shake his head and just get the flowers. Chris actually loved working here, though most days were just as slow. He restocked the balloon counter with the new shipment of Disney princess birthday balloons.
It was two in the afternoon by the time his Aunt came back and told him he could head out. He drove by the Queen's Orchid hoping to grab lunch but was disappointed to see that it was closed for the day. They were the only place in town that he liked to eat other than Giovanni's which was not really a place you go alone to. He ended up back at home to fix himself a green kale smoothie, something he drank for the health benefits and not the taste. He blended up the kale, lime, carrots, spinach, banana, and then added some almond milk, and Greek yogurt. Christopher chugged the green crap down, and then placed his cup in the sink. He had grown up with a maid who came every morning, so cleaning was never something he ever thought to do. A least he never thought to until he started living on his own in the Dartmouth dorms. He had learned to do laundry the hard way after bleaching his favorite shirt, and melting his soccer jersey...twice.
Checking his watch, he saw that is was almost three, and decided to pick up his brother Blake at the high school. Normally his brother just walked home, but Chris was feeling bored today so he got in the car and drove to the high school. He waited in the pickup line with the gaggle of parents in their mini vans and SUVs. His red jaguar stood out of course, he owned the only red car in town other than old McNealy’s rusty bucket Chevy. He plugged his phone into the stereo and turned on M83. He waited for school to let out, as he listened to the music and watched the middle school soccer team start its after school practice. He watched them kids play soccer, and envied them.
It was the biggest order of flowers since the Reese's funeral four weeks ago. He had attended, dressed in black like everyone else. Mrs. Reese had been his piano teacher for six years until he quite in 11th grade. He knew the whole family, and the death of the Reese parents rocked most of the town. As did the death of the drunk teen who crashed into them. Robert Avery a junior at Millington high killed the Reese parents on impacted. He ended up dying in the hospital hours later, and his girlfriend Phoebe luckily made it with only a broken leg. Chris's mother had been the surgeon for Roberts case, she had tried her best but the brain damage had been severe, and the internal damage was more then exspected. The Avery family was well known around town, as they owned the Millcreek Hollow apartments. Chris wondered if the Reese's hated the Avery family now.
Only two customers came into the store that day, as most people ordered deliveries over the phone, and Aunt Cynthia went to personally deliver them. Mrs. Johnson came in early and bought some white roses for her daughter, to celebrate the birth of her first grandchild. Chris wrote out her message in elegant script on a customary card, and charmed the old woman, who had once been his second grade teacher. Patrick Erwan was a regular who came in every week to buy red tulips for his bedridden wife Joan, and he always seemed to linger at the candy isle only to shake his head and just get the flowers. Chris actually loved working here, though most days were just as slow. He restocked the balloon counter with the new shipment of Disney princess birthday balloons.
It was two in the afternoon by the time his Aunt came back and told him he could head out. He drove by the Queen's Orchid hoping to grab lunch but was disappointed to see that it was closed for the day. They were the only place in town that he liked to eat other than Giovanni's which was not really a place you go alone to. He ended up back at home to fix himself a green kale smoothie, something he drank for the health benefits and not the taste. He blended up the kale, lime, carrots, spinach, banana, and then added some almond milk, and Greek yogurt. Christopher chugged the green crap down, and then placed his cup in the sink. He had grown up with a maid who came every morning, so cleaning was never something he ever thought to do. A least he never thought to until he started living on his own in the Dartmouth dorms. He had learned to do laundry the hard way after bleaching his favorite shirt, and melting his soccer jersey...twice.
Checking his watch, he saw that is was almost three, and decided to pick up his brother Blake at the high school. Normally his brother just walked home, but Chris was feeling bored today so he got in the car and drove to the high school. He waited in the pickup line with the gaggle of parents in their mini vans and SUVs. His red jaguar stood out of course, he owned the only red car in town other than old McNealy’s rusty bucket Chevy. He plugged his phone into the stereo and turned on M83. He waited for school to let out, as he listened to the music and watched the middle school soccer team start its after school practice. He watched them kids play soccer, and envied them.
