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The next time I visited Margot, the runt kid was there. He snarled at me when he opened the door, and would have slammed it on my nose if Margot hadn't heard the door squeak open.
I squeezed past him and stuck my tongue out. "Stupid kid.."
"I heard that." Jerome snapped back.
"You were supposed to," I whispered, walking along the carpet and right up to the atrium.
"Je vous ai entendu à la fois, Jérôme qui n'était pas très agréable. Soyez gentil avec notre invité, n'est-ce pas? Elle vient ici tous les jours et met en place avec à la fois de vos bêtises. Maintenant être un bon garçon et apportez-moi un peu de thé, mes oreilles me font mal de tout cela un langage obscène." Margot snapped out in some language, I believed it to be french, and Jerome just sat there like a boy being scolded. I guess she was pretty harsh when not calm like she was to me.
I looked over to Margot, and then to him. I didn't want to intrude on their conversation, but Margot apparently from losing her sight had ears of steel. She heard me place the fresh lillies down on the table with a soft chink.
"Jérôme, lui dire que je la remercie pour les fleurs, et qu'elle est la bienvenue chez moi à tout moment, même s'il n'y a pas de fleurs à livrer ce jour-là. Il n'est que juste que nous soyons courtois envers quelqu'un qui est venu dans nos vies et va rester ici pendant un certain temps. Voir si elle serait libre, parfois pour le dîner. Vous êtes un chef adorable." Margot seemed to be rambling off in French now, and I couldn't tell if it was to Jerome, or absentmindedly to me. I hope it was the second, I didn't even know that well of Spanish past the, "That will be X amount, have a nice day."
"Vous plaisantez! Invitant cette femme étrange au-dessus, pouvez-vous imaginer l'? Ce qu'elle pense de nous déjà, et maintenant vous voulez l'inviter à dîner, peut-être même le café dans le jardin Mlle Margot c'est une idée terrible, et la seule raison que je parle de retour en français parce que si elle nous entend parler d'elle comme elle est un chien, elle va sûrement partir et ne reviendra pas! Voulez-vous que pour devenir de votre nouvel "ami?" Est-elle même que, Margot? Elle est juste une étrange qui est venu ici dans la rue, elle et vous n'auriez pas rencontré si ce n'est par pur hasard! Donc, ne crois pas que c'est le destin, comme cette jeune fille peut être le seul à aider ou vous racheter, comme elle est celui qui va apporter la couleur de votre retour! Personne ne peut le faire, Margot! Personne ne le pouvez!" Jerome now seemed next to furious as he pointed and gestured at Margot.
And Margot just sat there, talking his words and letting them bounce off her. She folded her arms on the table, letting them rest there before blindingly looking forward and playing with the flowers.
"Jérôme, pour le moment sanglante dernière, écoutez-moi! Je sais que quelqu'un ici peut me corriger. Je sais que vous ne croyez pas cela. Votre mère était une imbécile pour croire le contraire. Elle aurait été ici aujourd'hui si elle m'avait cru!" Margot's fists clenched. "Elle était une femme ignorante, Jérôme. Elle était stupide. Je ne suis pas. Je vais me sauver et vous. Cette jeune fille peut être le seul. Pourriez-vous y croire? Seriez-vous? Pouvez-vous prétendre à me faire plaisir? Je suis à mon dernier coup ici, Jérôme. Je ne peux pas prendre cette obscurité beaucoup plus longtemps."
"Pourtant, vous préférez voir comme des chiens faire? Comme les animaux immondes que vous peignez et porter sur vous-même que vous parlez?" Jerome spat on the ground, and could see Margot wince slightly, taking something into consideration maybe?
"Je vais faire ce qu'il faut, Jérôme! Je veux voir mes tableaux bien-aimés à nouveau, le lever du soleil, mes belles fleurs qui ne m'ont jamais quitté un instant. Tout ce que j'ai sont les .." Margot's hand lifted up from the table, holding in the air midway for a moment before finding the coolness of the lillies below. "Seuls vos fleurs."
"Seuls vos fleurs?" Jerome nearly gagged, and I couldn't tell why. He scoffed then turned his head away from Margot and towards me. "Get out. Leave and don't return. I'm warning you only once, mademoiselle, things can't get any better than they are right now." I paused, and had to think about it.
"What were you both just talking about?" I ignored his ominous comment, still trying to encode their foreign language. "I heard my name once or twice.."
"Mademoiselle, your safety is not at risk, I assure you. It's nothing bad, or serious. You should just have someone else take deliveries from now on, maybe for a little while at least?" Jerome grabbed my arm lightly, trying to steer from out from the artium slowly.
"I.. I guess so.." I looked back into the flower bed of all the scent's possible and saw Margot's covered face. Hidden by a lily it didn't seem so dangerous, I didn't understand why Jerome was so insistent that I leave and not return.
He led me to the door. , and ushered me down closer to his height. I knelt down and he began to whisper in my ear: "I'm serious." Then stepped back and shut the door on my toes, knocking me back a bit with the noise.
I took one foot back away from the door, then paused. Expecting him to return with some other ominous message. But he didn't. I dared another few steps, until I was nearly half way between my car and the house's front door. I gave one last stare down between the door and me before I gave up, turned around, and headed for my car.

Jason was an asshole when I told him. At least there was something normal to my life.
"Are you serious in believing this kid?" He had taken me out late that night for some coffee, and we were chatting over a shared muffin. "I man, it was just yesterday that you were yelling bout how much of a brat this kid was!"
I shrugged, taking a bite of the hazel nut muffin and shrugged. "That was last week, Jay, and yeah, but you gotta give the kid a shred of trust, right?"
Jason shook his head and gave his rebuttal with a mouth full of muffin and rancid coffee breath. It'd be fine normally, but still at a small round coffee tale with maybe just a few inches between each other, not so much.
"Look, Edd, I'm not saying that you sho'ldn't trust th' kid, you just.. well, sh'uldn't trust him! You need'ta go with you're gut, and what does it say?"
He paused, and I was going to answer, but he cut me off.
"That's righ'! You don't needta trust twerps who yell and treat you like equals at their own age! Keep it up Ed, and you might have a promoti'n!"
"Call me Edd again and we'll see who has ends up with a trusting fist to the face.." I sipped my coffee with a smirk on my face, almost giving thought to give him a quick kick to the shin under the table.

The next day, I had deliveries. It was a Tuesday, and from my sheduale that Jason printed out and handed me, Margot's residence was not listed among them. I came to Jason and asked them about it.
"Nope, their order for the day was cancelled. Some short kid fellow came in bright'n early and told me personally to cancel it for the rest of the month."
"Are you crazy?" I growled. "That was probably Jerome! And you listened to him? You are such the hypocrite!"
"The customer is always right, Ede." Jason said off handed, going back to typing in his laptop. "I you want to fix it take it up with him, unless you are taking his advice and staying away from the property now just because he warned you about some heebie-jeebies."
"Shut up, this is not a Scooby Doo episode, Jason." I fumed, shoving the list into my pocket and heading for the drop off and pickup wing.
"Then stop fussing and go make me some money, sweetheart!" He called, I didn't hear anything after that because I yelled some not very nice words back, then hoped into my van and drove off.

My deliveries were all boring and dull. Knowing that I had not a chance to see Margot's lovely garden, or those strange pictures in her house ever again made me begin to appreciate them more. I didn't really have any artistic friends, and the ones who could count s artistic were all on vacation to the mental asylum. Permanant vacation I might add. I still didn't understand what Jerome was trying to warn me about. Was he firing me from my own job? All I was doing was bringing them flowers though! It's not like that's a big deal or anything. I mean really.
I stumbled through the rest of my deliveries, then by a chance, happened to drive past Margot's house. Old habits die hard, and I guess I'm proof of that. I had to pause in the usual parking spot of mine. I rolled my window down, trying desperately to smell the flowers. I craned my neck far out of the window, and took deep breaths, but to no avail. Nothing. The strong scent was wafted away as son as it left the small enclosed atrium.
I stepped outside my car, closing the door and leaning against the hood of my car. I faced the house, half tempted to just go and knock on the door. It was unprofessional, and I could get in trouble from Josh. He'd scold me, but for another peek at that garden, oh. I'd be worth it. No one I'd ever met could have tamed them all so well, the blooms so masterful that me, even as a trained florist could go weak in the knees and nose for. I had all the same plants and flowers around me daily, and yet, why was it that hers smelled better, and looked healthier and just, so much more vibrant?
I needed to know. Is that why I was nearly at the door of her house now? Or why I was already knocking?
Yes, it was probably my addiction that spurred me knocking, and why I couldn't stay away from the flowers for very long.
I'm such a naive person, aren't I?

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The next time I visited Margot, the runt kid was there. He snarled at me when he opened the door, and would have slammed it on my nose if Margot hadn't heard the door squeak open.
I squeezed past him and stuck my tongue out. "Stupid kid.."
"I heard that." Jerome snapped back.
"You were supposed to," I whispered, walking along the carpet and right up to the atrium.
"Je vous ai entendu à la fois, Jérôme qui n'était pas très agréable. Soyez gentil avec notre invité, n'est-ce pas? Elle vient ici tous les jours et met en place avec à la fois de vos bêtises. Maintenant être un bon garçon et apportez-moi un peu de thé, mes oreilles me font mal de tout cela un langage obscène." Margot snapped out in some language, I believed it to be french, and Jerome just sat there like a boy being scolded. I guess she was pretty harsh when not calm like she was to me.
I looked over to Margot, and then to him. I didn't want to intrude on their conversation, but Margot apparently from losing her sight had ears of steel. She heard me place the fresh lillies down on the table with a soft chink.
"Jérôme, lui dire que je la remercie pour les fleurs, et qu'elle est la bienvenue chez moi à tout moment, même s'il n'y a pas de fleurs à livrer ce jour-là. Il n'est que juste que nous soyons courtois envers quelqu'un qui est venu dans nos vies et va rester ici pendant un certain temps. Voir si elle serait libre, parfois pour le dîner. Vous êtes un chef adorable." Margot seemed to be rambling off in French now, and I couldn't tell if it was to Jerome, or absentmindedly to me. I hope it was the second, I didn't even know that well of Spanish past the, "That will be X amount, have a nice day."
"Vous plaisantez! Invitant cette femme étrange au-dessus, pouvez-vous imaginer l'? Ce qu'elle pense de nous déjà, et maintenant vous voulez l'inviter à dîner, peut-être même le café dans le jardin Mlle Margot c'est une idée terrible, et la seule raison que je parle de retour en français parce que si elle nous entend parler d'elle comme elle est un chien, elle va sûrement partir et ne reviendra pas! Voulez-vous que pour devenir de votre nouvel "ami?" Est-elle même que, Margot? Elle est juste une étrange qui est venu ici dans la rue, elle et vous n'auriez pas rencontré si ce n'est par pur hasard! Donc, ne crois pas que c'est le destin, comme cette jeune fille peut être le seul à aider ou vous racheter, comme elle est celui qui va apporter la couleur de votre retour! Personne ne peut le faire, Margot! Personne ne le pouvez!" Jerome now seemed next to furious as he pointed and gestured at Margot.
And Margot just sat there, talking his words and letting them bounce off her. She folded her arms on the table, letting them rest there before blindingly looking forward and playing with the flowers.
"Jérôme, pour le moment sanglante dernière, écoutez-moi! Je sais que quelqu'un ici peut me corriger. Je sais que vous ne croyez pas cela. Votre mère était une imbécile pour croire le contraire. Elle aurait été ici aujourd'hui si elle m'avait cru!" Margot's fists clenched. "Elle était une femme ignorante, Jérôme. Elle était stupide. Je ne suis pas. Je vais me sauver et vous. Cette jeune fille peut être le seul. Pourriez-vous y croire? Seriez-vous? Pouvez-vous prétendre à me faire plaisir? Je suis à mon dernier coup ici, Jérôme. Je ne peux pas prendre cette obscurité beaucoup plus longtemps."
"Pourtant, vous préférez voir comme des chiens faire? Comme les animaux immondes que vous peignez et porter sur vous-même que vous parlez?" Jerome spat on the ground, and could see Margot wince slightly, taking something into consideration maybe?
"Je vais faire ce qu'il faut, Jérôme! Je veux voir mes tableaux bien-aimés à nouveau, le lever du soleil, mes belles fleurs qui ne m'ont jamais quitté un instant. Tout ce que j'ai sont les .." Margot's hand lifted up from the table, holding in the air midway for a moment before finding the coolness of the lillies below. "Seuls vos fleurs."
"Seuls vos fleurs?" Jerome nearly gagged, and I couldn't tell why. He scoffed then turned his head away from Margot and towards me. "Get out. Leave and don't return. I'm warning you only once, mademoiselle, things can't get any better than they are right now." I paused, and had to think about it.
"What were you both just talking about?" I ignored his ominous comment, still trying to encode their foreign language. "I heard my name once or twice.."
"Mademoiselle, your safety is not at risk, I assure you. It's nothing bad, or serious. You should just have someone else take deliveries from now on, maybe for a little while at least?" Jerome grabbed my arm lightly, trying to steer from out from the artium slowly.
"I.. I guess so.." I looked back into the flower bed of all the scent's possible and saw Margot's covered face. Hidden by a lily it didn't seem so dangerous, I didn't understand why Jerome was so insistent that I leave and not return.
He led me to the door. , and ushered me down closer to his height. I knelt down and he began to whisper in my ear: "I'm serious." Then stepped back and shut the door on my toes, knocking me back a bit with the noise.
I took one foot back away from the door, then paused. Expecting him to return with some other ominous message. But he didn't. I dared another few steps, until I was nearly half way between my car and the house's front door. I gave one last stare down between the door and me before I gave up, turned around, and headed for my car.

Jason was an asshole when I told him. At least there was something normal to my life.
"Are you serious in believing this kid?" He had taken me out late that night for some coffee, and we were chatting over a shared muffin. "I man, it was just yesterday that you were yelling bout how much of a brat this kid was!"
I shrugged, taking a bite of the hazel nut muffin and shrugged. "That was last week, Jay, and yeah, but you gotta give the kid a shred of trust, right?"
Jason shook his head and gave his rebuttal with a mouth full of muffin and rancid coffee breath. It'd be fine normally, but still at a small round coffee tale with maybe just a few inches between each other, not so much.
"Look, Edd, I'm not saying that you sho'ldn't trust th' kid, you just.. well, sh'uldn't trust him! You need'ta go with you're gut, and what does it say?"
He paused, and I was going to answer, but he cut me off.
"That's righ'! You don't needta trust twerps who yell and treat you like equals at their own age! Keep it up Ed, and you might have a promoti'n!"
"Call me Edd again and we'll see who has ends up with a trusting fist to the face.." I sipped my coffee with a smirk on my face, almost giving thought to give him a quick kick to the shin under the table.

The next day, I had deliveries. It was a Tuesday, and from my sheduale that Jason printed out and handed me, Margot's residence was not listed among them. I came to Jason and asked them about it.
"Nope, their order for the day was cancelled. Some short kid fellow came in bright'n early and told me personally to cancel it for the rest of the month."
"Are you crazy?" I growled. "That was probably Jerome! And you listened to him? You are such the hypocrite!"
"The customer is always right, Ede." Jason said off handed, going back to typing in his laptop. "I you want to fix it take it up with him, unless you are taking his advice and staying away from the property now just because he warned you about some heebie-jeebies."
"Shut up, this is not a Scooby Doo episode, Jason." I fumed, shoving the list into my pocket and heading for the drop off and pickup wing.
"Then stop fussing and go make me some money, sweetheart!" He called, I didn't hear anything after that because I yelled some not very nice words back, then hoped into my van and drove off.

My deliveries were all boring and dull. Knowing that I had not a chance to see Margot's lovely garden, or those strange pictures in her house ever again made me begin to appreciate them more. I didn't really have any artistic friends, and the ones who could count s artistic were all on vacation to the mental asylum. Permanant vacation I might add. I still didn't understand what Jerome was trying to warn me about. Was he firing me from my own job? All I was doing was bringing them flowers though! It's not like that's a big deal or anything. I mean really.
I stumbled through the rest of my deliveries, then by a chance, happened to drive past Margot's house. Old habits die hard, and I guess I'm proof of that. I had to pause in the usual parking spot of mine. I rolled my window down, trying desperately to smell the flowers. I craned my neck far out of the window, and took deep breaths, but to no avail. Nothing. The strong scent was wafted away as son as it left the small enclosed atrium.
I stepped outside my car, closing the door and leaning against the hood of my car. I faced the house, half tempted to just go and knock on the door. It was unprofessional, and I could get in trouble from Josh. He'd scold me, but for another peek at that garden, oh. I'd be worth it. No one I'd ever met could have tamed them all so well, the blooms so masterful that me, even as a trained florist could go weak in the knees and nose for. I had all the same plants and flowers around me daily, and yet, why was it that hers smelled better, and looked healthier and just, so much more vibrant?
I needed to know. Is that why I was nearly at the door of her house now? Or why I was already knocking?
Yes, it was probably my addiction that spurred me knocking, and why I couldn't stay away from the flowers for very long.
I'm such a naive person, aren't I?