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He was surprised that she wouldn’t know her schedule, but he’d push that off for now. No reason to assume anything. Maybe it had more to do with the work she had lined up than anything else.

He replied back that was good and that he’d talk to her tomorrow.

Theo tossed his phone on the little table next to his beer and decided to enjoy it before he started to call his patients. He only had three to check in with anyway. Might as well try not to be so serious if even the lady working the pizza counter could figure that out about him.

10

Date With A Doctor

“I’ve got a date with a doctor, Mom,” Daisy said into the phone on Saturday afternoon.

Heather was at Luke’s for the day, having spent the night last night there. Daisy had to work this morning and got out at noon, rushed home and put together the lunch for the picnic she and Theo were having.

She needed to tell someone about her date and decided it wouldn’t be Heather.

She felt bad about that, but there was part of her that wondered if she should keep this quiet for a bit. So many of her dates had flopped that she was getting embarrassed over it. Best to wait to see how it went.

“A doctor, you say?” her mother said, giggling on the other end. “How did that come about?”

“It’s Heather’s doctor. The one that operated on her leg.”

“Ohhhh,” her mother said. “The sexy one you had your eye on. The other hero with Luke that day?”

“That’s him,” she said, pushing clothes through the closet and trying to figure out what to wear. She wasn’t even sure where they were going for this picnic, but she’d said she’d handle the food.

“Tell me how this all happened then,” her mother said. “We haven’t talked much in the past week.”

Her mother was squealing on the other end of the phone. She could see it in her mind like the first date she had with a boy and her mother had her hands and was jumping up and down.

She had friends to do that with, she wanted a parent back then to help her. Calm her. Guide her.

She never seemed to get much of that from her mother.

“I’ve been busy,” Daisy said. “There is so much going on with work and Rose will be out for a few months. The timing is hard because they are rolling out all the holiday inventory and then for their mother’s foundation too. We’ve got orders to fill all the time and I took a bridal order the other day too.”

“Sounds like things are going great for you,” her mother said. “Work wise at least.”

“They are,” she said. “Better than I ever thought.”

“Do you miss the creativity?” her mother said.

Now there was a parent question and she had some hope at times. “I do. But I get it here too. You know I came up with one of the designs for the foundation this year. I get to work on pieces for myself or for gifts. If I want it in the store I need to make sure it has somewhat of a floral design. I don’t mind that. I did a necklace the other day that was a leaf and wasn’t sure what Rose would think of it and she loved it.”

It’s not as if she had all the time in the world to be designing things at work and hadn’t. She’d done this at home in the little spare bedroom that she and Heather shared for office and workspace.

They didn’t pay her to play with new designs. They paid her to fulfill orders. But she’d made the leaf by creating a mold. It was the leaf off of a rose bush. Then she took one of the small rose charms in the back room and attached that. She’d done it in stainless steel. For her, that lasted longer and was cheaper to play with when trying new things.

Rose noticed it right away, wanted her to take it off and show it to her, and then asked how she’d made it.

There were two in the case right now, but there had been three. One sold last week. With any luck this might turn into an online order piece.

“Then you are working your way in,” her mother said. “I’m happy for you.”

“I’m happy for me too,” she said. “How are things going with Charlie?”

“They are good,” her mother said. “He’s really nice. He wants to live together.”

“Oh,” she said. “What are you going to do?”

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