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pulls out one of the chairs, taking a seat. “If things work out, and your floral shop is successful, then people will say it was a brave, bold, smart business decision. But if it fails and you lose your entire inheritance . . .”
    “Then people will say it was a stupid business decision.”
    She shrugs. “That’s just how it works. You majored in business, you know that.” She glances around the room, slowly, as if she’s seeing it the way it will look a month
from now. “Just make sure it’s brave and bold, Lily.”
    I smile. I can accept that. “I can’t believe I bought it without asking you first,” I say, taking a seat at the table.
    “You’re an adult. It’s your right,” she says, but I can hear a trace of disappointment. I think she feels even lonelier now that I need her less and less. It’s been
six months since my father died, and even though he wasn’t good company, it has to be weird for her, being alone. She got a job at one of the elementary schools, so she did end up moving
here. She chose a small suburb on the outskirts of Boston. She bought a cute two-bedroom house on a cul-de-sac, with a huge backyard. I dream of planting a garden there, but that would require
daily care. My limit is once-a-week visits. Sometimes twice.
    “What are you going to do with all this junk?” she asks.
    She’s right. There’s so much junk. It’ll take forever to clear this place out. “I have no idea. I guess I’ll be busting my ass for a while before I can even think
about decorating.”
    “When’s your last day at the marketing firm?”
    I smile. “Yesterday.”
    She releases a sigh, and then shakes her head. “Oh, Lily. I certainly hope this works out in your favor.”
    We both begin to stand when the front door opens. There are shelves in the way of the door, so I careen my head around them and see a woman walk in. Her eyes briefly scan the room until she sees
me.
    “Hi,” she says with a wave. She’s cute. She’s dressed well, but she’s wearing white capris. A disaster waiting to happen in this dust bowl.
    “Can I help you?”
    She tucks her purse beneath her arm and walks toward me, holding out her hand. “I’m Allysa,” she says. I shake her hand.
    “Lily.”
    She tosses a thumb over her shoulder. “There’s a help wanted sign out front?”
    I look over her shoulder and raise an eyebrow. “There is?” I didn’t put up a help wanted sign.
    She nods, and then shrugs. “It looks old, though,” she says. “It’s probably been there a while. I was just out for a walk and saw the sign. Was curious, is
all.”
    I like her almost immediately. Her voice is pleasant and her smile seems genuine.
    My mother’s hand falls down on my shoulder and she leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “I have to go,” she says. “Open house tonight.” I tell her goodbye and watch
her walk outside, then turn my attention back to Allysa.
    “I’m not really hiring yet,” I say. I wave my hand around the room. “I’m opening up a floral shop, but it’ll be a couple of months, at least.” I should
know better than to hold preconceived judgments, but she doesn’t look like she’d be satisfied with a minimum wage job. Her purse probably cost more than this building.
    Her eyes light up. “Really? I love flowers!” She spins around in a circle and says, “This place has a ton of potential. What color are you painting it?”
    I cross my arm over my chest and grab my elbow. Rocking back on my heels, I say, “I’m not sure. I just got the keys to the building an hour ago, so I haven’t really come up
with a design plan yet.”
    “Lily, right?”
    I nod.
    “I’m not going to pretend I have a degree in design, but it’s my absolute favorite thing. If you need any help, I’d do it for free.”
    I tilt my head. “You’d work for free?”
    She nods. “I don’t really need a job, I just saw the sign and thought, ‘ What the heck ?’ But I do get bored sometimes. I’d be happy to