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I blinked for a moment, I mean, the bandages were... interesting. And distracting.
It took me another moment for me to realize that she, Margot, had asked me a question.
"Uh, what?" I asked, shifting the vase slightly.
"I asked if you would come inside for a moment. To set the flowers down on the table." She repeated the question, her mouth moving but her eyebrows still.
"Of course.." The words trailed out of my mouth as I fumbled into the door.
Margot turned on her heels gracefully, moving her feet across a rug that ran from the entrance of the house back towards an island. The walls were were littered with portraits, no rhyme or reason to some, random splotches of paint to actual landscape pieces of nature or people. The house was very open, and only one floor. So, it was more of a garage than a house. I saw no doors, only chinese dividers being used to mark the end of one room and the beginning of another. The house was empty, vast and empty. Cold, even in the warm temperature of California weather. A breeze was being blown into the room from the farthest corner of the room, the scent of chorophyl coming along with it, and as a florist, it made me relax.
Margot's feet were bare, and yet she walked surely straight on the carpet towards the island, which was deemed to be a cooking area. The type where it was hollow on the inside, and people could stand on it's inside to cook and serve right infront of their guests. She was getting close to crashing into it, and I was worried for this stranger.
"You're gonna-" I started to say, by when her bare feet touched the chilly wooden floor, she made an exact 90 degree turn into the closed off area in the northwestern part of the house.
"M-ma'am..?"
I had never seen a blind person move with such.. sharpness to her movements, precision. Grace.
I'd never seen anyone do that actually, eyes or not.
"This way, mon ami." Her voice called to me, and I gladly followed it to find the origin of the aromatic smells.
An atriam, I should have expected it. It was filled with palms and bushes, rose bushes of so many varieties. Hidranjas, lavendar with it's putrid smell, rosemary, lillies, cornflowers, rockroses, all of them in near full bloom.
The smells were just so overwhelming, I felt like my head was spinning. My nose was aching, and wanted to stay in that moment forever.
The green leaves complimented the bush next to it's vase, nothing clashed, it only blended. What the breeze blew into your smelling scope was a mixture of rosemary and lavendar, or maybe california poppies and cherry blossoms, light wafty air was never alone.
Margot let me have my moment, taking my silence well.
"I see you enjoy my garden."
I opened my eyes, turning around to find Margot sitting down at a picnic bench behind me, holding a rose in her hand, running a palm over the petals gently. I nodded, speechless of how to decribe it. But I figured it was rude, her being blind and all, so I cracked my voice open from it's shell.
"I-it's beautiful." I could hear my voice squeak, but it didn't matter.
"I'm glad you enjoy this. Please just set the flowers down onto this table. You may go."
Margot's voice was quick, as though my presence was making her uneasy. I nodded again, but shook my head and snapped myself out of it.
"Of course. Thank you for letting me see th-- your garden." I bowed my head down and layed the flowers infront of her, taking one last whiff of the aroma around me, then walked out the way I came.

I didn't know until later, and the boy actually told me this. But when I left the flowers there, Margot picked one of the lillies and smirked at it, her eyebrows arched downward and her face making the sickest grin.

I continued my delieveries to Margot's house. Every time I would walk inside, and everytime I would smell the delicious smells. It intoxicated me so badly that afterwards I could barely drive back to the flower shop. Margot would still say nothing, or next to nothing. I started to just chatter uselessly to her about some flowers. Ask her if she would prefer something imported beside her usual order of lilllies. Wonder where the younger boy was.
I asked Margot what his name was once, but she didn't answer me. Like normal. Just tell me to set the flowers down to leave.
The next day however, when I was about to leave, she cleared her throat.
"Jerome." She said at length, testing the vowels. "His name is Jerome."
"Your.." It took me a moment, because I mean, was she talking to me or not was pretty hard to tell. "Son?"
"His name is Jerome." She said again, as if reassuring herself. Her head turned up towards where she had heard my voice last. "You can set the flowers right here please. You may go."

"And all she said was "Jerome." It was kinda creepy actually." I leaned against the counter, talking across the shop to Jason. He was taking inventory, and I should have been helping, but he was handling it pretty well on his own.
"We all told you that she was creepy, and that you shouldn't take the run," Jason shrugged, calling from behind the petunias.
"Liar, you didn't tell me anything!" I fumed at him.
"Maybe I was just thinking it.." Jason shrugged, meaning that to be more to himself, but in his typical manner, he knew that I heard him.
I sighed, and I would have yelled something back at him, but what could I say?
"I heard that!" I snapped back.
"You were supposed to!" He smirked over the bushes to me. "Now get your ass over here and help me count the gardenias!"

Description
I blinked for a moment, I mean, the bandages were... interesting. And distracting.
It took me another moment for me to realize that she, Margot, had asked me a question.
"Uh, what?" I asked, shifting the vase slightly.
"I asked if you would come inside for a moment. To set the flowers down on the table." She repeated the question, her mouth moving but her eyebrows still.
"Of course.." The words trailed out of my mouth as I fumbled into the door.
Margot turned on her heels gracefully, moving her feet across a rug that ran from the entrance of the house back towards an island. The walls were were littered with portraits, no rhyme or reason to some, random splotches of paint to actual landscape pieces of nature or people. The house was very open, and only one floor. So, it was more of a garage than a house. I saw no doors, only chinese dividers being used to mark the end of one room and the beginning of another. The house was empty, vast and empty. Cold, even in the warm temperature of California weather. A breeze was being blown into the room from the farthest corner of the room, the scent of chorophyl coming along with it, and as a florist, it made me relax.
Margot's feet were bare, and yet she walked surely straight on the carpet towards the island, which was deemed to be a cooking area. The type where it was hollow on the inside, and people could stand on it's inside to cook and serve right infront of their guests. She was getting close to crashing into it, and I was worried for this stranger.
"You're gonna-" I started to say, by when her bare feet touched the chilly wooden floor, she made an exact 90 degree turn into the closed off area in the northwestern part of the house.
"M-ma'am..?"
I had never seen a blind person move with such.. sharpness to her movements, precision. Grace.
I'd never seen anyone do that actually, eyes or not.
"This way, mon ami." Her voice called to me, and I gladly followed it to find the origin of the aromatic smells.
An atriam, I should have expected it. It was filled with palms and bushes, rose bushes of so many varieties. Hidranjas, lavendar with it's putrid smell, rosemary, lillies, cornflowers, rockroses, all of them in near full bloom.
The smells were just so overwhelming, I felt like my head was spinning. My nose was aching, and wanted to stay in that moment forever.
The green leaves complimented the bush next to it's vase, nothing clashed, it only blended. What the breeze blew into your smelling scope was a mixture of rosemary and lavendar, or maybe california poppies and cherry blossoms, light wafty air was never alone.
Margot let me have my moment, taking my silence well.
"I see you enjoy my garden."
I opened my eyes, turning around to find Margot sitting down at a picnic bench behind me, holding a rose in her hand, running a palm over the petals gently. I nodded, speechless of how to decribe it. But I figured it was rude, her being blind and all, so I cracked my voice open from it's shell.
"I-it's beautiful." I could hear my voice squeak, but it didn't matter.
"I'm glad you enjoy this. Please just set the flowers down onto this table. You may go."
Margot's voice was quick, as though my presence was making her uneasy. I nodded again, but shook my head and snapped myself out of it.
"Of course. Thank you for letting me see th-- your garden." I bowed my head down and layed the flowers infront of her, taking one last whiff of the aroma around me, then walked out the way I came.

I didn't know until later, and the boy actually told me this. But when I left the flowers there, Margot picked one of the lillies and smirked at it, her eyebrows arched downward and her face making the sickest grin.

I continued my delieveries to Margot's house. Every time I would walk inside, and everytime I would smell the delicious smells. It intoxicated me so badly that afterwards I could barely drive back to the flower shop. Margot would still say nothing, or next to nothing. I started to just chatter uselessly to her about some flowers. Ask her if she would prefer something imported beside her usual order of lilllies. Wonder where the younger boy was.
I asked Margot what his name was once, but she didn't answer me. Like normal. Just tell me to set the flowers down to leave.
The next day however, when I was about to leave, she cleared her throat.
"Jerome." She said at length, testing the vowels. "His name is Jerome."
"Your.." It took me a moment, because I mean, was she talking to me or not was pretty hard to tell. "Son?"
"His name is Jerome." She said again, as if reassuring herself. Her head turned up towards where she had heard my voice last. "You can set the flowers right here please. You may go."

"And all she said was "Jerome." It was kinda creepy actually." I leaned against the counter, talking across the shop to Jason. He was taking inventory, and I should have been helping, but he was handling it pretty well on his own.
"We all told you that she was creepy, and that you shouldn't take the run," Jason shrugged, calling from behind the petunias.
"Liar, you didn't tell me anything!" I fumed at him.
"Maybe I was just thinking it.." Jason shrugged, meaning that to be more to himself, but in his typical manner, he knew that I heard him.
I sighed, and I would have yelled something back at him, but what could I say?
"I heard that!" I snapped back.
"You were supposed to!" He smirked over the bushes to me. "Now get your ass over here and help me count the gardenias!"