Earlier That Day
It was ten-thirty in the morning. Edward Julian Watson always woke up on Sundays, at ten-thirty in the morning.
Only Edward Julian Watson was in a blue bedroom.
And Edward Julian Watson usually slept in a white bedroom.
Edward Julian Watson had a headache because he was on a bed, in a blue bedroom and it was a blue bedroom he had not been in before; at that. He rubbed his temples and that is when he noticed the crumpled green dress on the floor. Then, the rumpled, red hair and white pillow beside him.
Edward Julian Watson could taste the grit on his teeth; sour rum (the real reason for his headache).
"I have to go," he said, out loud.
"Okay," said the red hair; the red hair that did not move.
Edward Julian Watson always woke-up at ten-thirty in the morning on Sundays because Edward Julian Watson always met his mother for lunch at noon.
Becki walked through the automatic opening door that brought her into the mall. Dim lights and brown, glossed brick everywhere. Plants reaching for the sky lights.
Becki looked down to make sure her white shoes were still white. She smoother her yellow skirt. Then Becki looked around. There were corners to this mall and on one of the corners, Becki noticed a Flower Shoppe.
Becki loved flowers.
The Flower Shoppe had a lovely display of fresh cut tulips outside of its doors and Becki was looking at the tulips, when she noticed Lillian walking down the mall's brown paths towards her.
"Lillian," Becki said, loudly and smiled, when Lillian was within earshot. "How are you?"
Lillian stopped and looked at Becki.
"Oh-" Lillian said. "Oh, you are Becki, from the bookstore. How are you, dear?"
"I am good, Lillian. It is nice to see you."
"It is nice to see you, too, Becki. I have been meaning to come out to the bookstore. Aren't these tulips lovely?"
"Is that so? Is there anything I can put aside for you" Becki smiled, at Lillian. "They are beautiful tulips. I am thinking of getting the white ones for my mother."
Lillian looked at Becki out of the corner of her eye, and she said quietly, "Do you have the new Jackie Collins still in stock?"
Becki smiled and picked up two bunches of flowers, "I think I will get these pink tulips for you, Lillian."
"You are a very nice girl," Lillian nodded her head and further said, "Thank you."
And Becki smiled again, and as she turned to walk inside of the store, Becki almost walked into Edward Julian Watson.
"Oh-," she said.
"Oh-," said Edward Julian Watson and then he cleared his throat and looked passed Becki. "Hello, Mother."
"Hello, Edward. How are you, dear? I have been talking to Becki. You know Becki. She works next door to your store. At the bookstore."
Edward Julian Watson nodded, "Yes. Hello, Becki. How are you?"
"I am good and how are you, Edward?" Becki asked.
"Good," Edward Julian Watson replied, and then he looked at his mother.
"Becki is coming to lunch with us today," Lillian said.
"Oh-" said Becki.
"Wonderful," Edward Julian Watson concluded.
Edward Julian Watson still had a headache and Becki would keep his mother occupied.
It was ten-thirty in the morning. Edward Julian Watson always woke up on Sundays, at ten-thirty in the morning.
Only Edward Julian Watson was in a blue bedroom.
And Edward Julian Watson usually slept in a white bedroom.
Edward Julian Watson had a headache because he was on a bed, in a blue bedroom and it was a blue bedroom he had not been in before; at that. He rubbed his temples and that is when he noticed the crumpled green dress on the floor. Then, the rumpled, red hair and white pillow beside him.
Edward Julian Watson could taste the grit on his teeth; sour rum (the real reason for his headache).
"I have to go," he said, out loud.
"Okay," said the red hair; the red hair that did not move.
Edward Julian Watson always woke-up at ten-thirty in the morning on Sundays because Edward Julian Watson always met his mother for lunch at noon.
Becki walked through the automatic opening door that brought her into the mall. Dim lights and brown, glossed brick everywhere. Plants reaching for the sky lights.
Becki looked down to make sure her white shoes were still white. She smoother her yellow skirt. Then Becki looked around. There were corners to this mall and on one of the corners, Becki noticed a Flower Shoppe.
Becki loved flowers.
The Flower Shoppe had a lovely display of fresh cut tulips outside of its doors and Becki was looking at the tulips, when she noticed Lillian walking down the mall's brown paths towards her.
"Lillian," Becki said, loudly and smiled, when Lillian was within earshot. "How are you?"
Lillian stopped and looked at Becki.
"Oh-" Lillian said. "Oh, you are Becki, from the bookstore. How are you, dear?"
"I am good, Lillian. It is nice to see you."
"It is nice to see you, too, Becki. I have been meaning to come out to the bookstore. Aren't these tulips lovely?"
"Is that so? Is there anything I can put aside for you" Becki smiled, at Lillian. "They are beautiful tulips. I am thinking of getting the white ones for my mother."
Lillian looked at Becki out of the corner of her eye, and she said quietly, "Do you have the new Jackie Collins still in stock?"
Becki smiled and picked up two bunches of flowers, "I think I will get these pink tulips for you, Lillian."
"You are a very nice girl," Lillian nodded her head and further said, "Thank you."
And Becki smiled again, and as she turned to walk inside of the store, Becki almost walked into Edward Julian Watson.
"Oh-," she said.
"Oh-," said Edward Julian Watson and then he cleared his throat and looked passed Becki. "Hello, Mother."
"Hello, Edward. How are you, dear? I have been talking to Becki. You know Becki. She works next door to your store. At the bookstore."
Edward Julian Watson nodded, "Yes. Hello, Becki. How are you?"
"I am good and how are you, Edward?" Becki asked.
"Good," Edward Julian Watson replied, and then he looked at his mother.
"Becki is coming to lunch with us today," Lillian said.
"Oh-" said Becki.
"Wonderful," Edward Julian Watson concluded.
Edward Julian Watson still had a headache and Becki would keep his mother occupied.
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