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We  both  spend   the      day  busier   tha n  we  tho ught   we’d   be.   Bet ween

                pho ne    orders ,   Int ernet    order s,   and    walk-ins ,   nei ther   of   us   ev en   ha s
                time  to take  a lunc h  brea k.
                    “You  ne ed   more  em ployees ,”  Allysa  says  as  she       passes   me,   ho lding
                two bouquet s of flowers . Tha t is at one  o’clock.
                    “You  need   more  em ployees ,”  she  says  to  me  at  two  o’clock,  ho lding
                the   pho ne     to   her   ea r   and    writing    down   an   order    whi le   ring ing

                someo ne  up at the  reg ister.
                    Marsha ll  stops  by  after  three    o’clock  and   asks  ho w  it’s  going .  Allysa
                says, “She  need s more  em ployees .”
                    I  hel p  a  woman  take  a  bouquet   to  her       car  at  four  o’clock,  and   as
                I’m    walking     back    ins ide,    Allysa   is   walking    out,   ho lding    ano ther
                bouquet . “You need  more  em ployees ,” she  says, ex aspera ted .
                    At   six   o’clock,   she   locks   the    door   and    flips   the   sign.    She   falls

                agains t the  door and  slides  to the  floor, looking  up at me.
                    “I kno w,” I tel l her. “I need  more  em ployees .”
                    She  just no ds.
                    And   then  we  laugh.   I  walk  over  to  where  she’s  sea ted   and   I  sit  nex t
                to   her.   We   lea n   our   hea ds   toget her    and    look    at   the   store.    The
                stea mpunk  flowers  are  front  and  cent er, and  altho ugh  I ref used  to sel l

                thi s particular bouquet , we  ha d ei ght  preo rders  for more  of them .
                    “I’m proud of you, Lily,” she  says.
                    I smile.  “I couldn’t ha ve  done  it witho ut you, Issa.”
                    We    sit   there   for   sev era l   minu tes ,   enj oying    the   res t   we’re   fina lly
                giving   our  feet .  Thi s  was  ho nes tly  one   of  the   bes t  days  I’ve  ev er  ha d,
                but I can’t hel p but feel  a na gging  sadnes s tha t R yle  nev er  stopped  by.
                He  also nev er  tex ted .

                    “Have  you hea rd from your brother  today?” I ask.
                    She  sha kes  her  hea d. “No, but I’m sure  he’s just busy.”
                    I no d. I kno w he’s busy.
                    We  both  look  up  when  someo ne  kno cks  on  the  door.  I  smile  when
                I  see   hi m  cupping   hi s  ha nd s  around   hi s  ey es   with  hi s  face  pres sed   to
                the  wind ow. He  fina lly looks down  and  sees  us sitting  on  the  floor.

                    “Spea k of the  dev il,” Allysa says.
                    I  jump  up  and   unl ock  the  door  to  let   hi m  in.   As  soon  as  I  open  it,
                he’s  pushi ng   his  way  ins ide.   “I  missed   it?  I  did.  I  missed   it.”  He  hu gs
                me.  “I’m sorr y, I tried  to get  here  as soon  as I could.”
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