no more flowers

Chapter 32 no more flowers no more Jack?

“Hi! I’m home.” I shout as I walk through the door.

“Hi, Lib, we’re in the kitchen. Chris and I just got new phones.” He sounds happy; I bet they spent the entire day together. They are so in love and I want to be like them.

“New phones?” I ask with no excitement in my voice, flat just like my mood.

“Smart phones, Samsung,” Chris explains as they both look over their phones.

“Samsung, its Samsung.” Gerry corrects him.

“S-am-su---ng dar-ling.” Chris sarcastically draws out. I love their banter and how they tease each other.

“Did flowers come today?” Impaitently, I blurt out the question.

“No, no flowers Lib.” Gerry voice is soft.

“None?” careful to not reveal the disappointment in my voice.

“Maybe there’s a problem, do you think they just goofed up?  I’m calling the flower shop.”

“Maybe call Jack.”

“Jack?! I’m calling Wayward Flowers” skimming the phone book I look up the number.

“Want to use my phone?” Smiling Gerry extends his hand and in it is a beautiful white big screen Samsung.

“Cool.” I dial the number and anticipate the reasons for the mix up. Wrong address, ran short of roses, or the obvious Jack has given up, take your pick.

 “Hello, Wayward flowers. How can I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Elizabeth Whyte. I was wondering if flowers were ordered to be delivered to me today. I’m at the Cedar Grove, 213476 4^th ave.” I say with hope in my voice.

“Just give me a second and I’ll check.” Rapidly tapping my eager fingers on the table, I wait holding my breath.

Covering the mouth piece of the phone, “They probably just lost the order.”

“No, I’m sorry no flowers were ordered for the address.”

Pressing end, I let out a sigh and my heart sinks, it’s over. Is that what I expected, for it to be over, do I want this? Staring at the roses that consume half the living room, I feel a ping of pain in my heart and tears fill my eyes and threaten to fall. Swallowing hard to keep them at bay, I walk directly to my room and throw myself on the bed. Overcome with emotion, I howl into the pillow. I cry for might have been and for what I lost today, perhaps forever. I just lost any hope of Jack.

“Libby, sweetie, why don’t you just give Jack a call? I’m sure he still loves you. I know he wants to hear from you.”

 “I can’t.”

 Glancing out the window I see Jack’s car.