I could have walked, but who knew what mom wanted me to do and how long I’d be there. I opened the green door with tiny ladybugs painted on it and heard the familiar ding of the bell above it. “Mom?” I called, inhaling the heavenly flowery scent mingling in the air as I walked in. Mom’s shop was small, but cute. She sold loads of things besides flowers, like any outdoor decoration you could think of. “I’m in the back.” I moved to step around two stacks of three boxes and managed to bust my shin, twice, getting to the back door. “What’s with all the boxes?” I grumbled. “That… is what I need your help with,” mom said. She was slouched over her long craft table with a hot glue gun in one hand, gazing fixedly at a tall slender vase in front of her. “Mrs. Grady stopped by this morning to inform me she’d like me to make something for her. Twenty minutes after she left the shop, all those boxes arrived. Thankfully I’d agreed to the job or else she’d have been out of luck because she’d already paid for them to be delivered here.”
