Elly In Bloom (5 page)

“Here sweetheart, look in the mirror.” He grabbed a gilded mirror from one of the tables. Elly cringed. Across the back of her khaki pants spread a dark chocolate stain the size of a dinner plate. It shimmered in the sunlight.

“That is really bad. Yikes.”

The man gestured at her, “Could you tie your apron around backwards?”

Elly’s face lit up.
Thank God
. She spun her apron around, covering the stain. She pushed her bangs out of her face.

“I think I’m good. You saved my life today!!”

The old man smiled and nodded. “No problem darling. I’m here for the wedding. I work with the groom’s Dad.” He patted her head in a grandfatherly way. “This was the highlight of my day. I hate these people and their ridiculous parties.” And with that, her angel in a suit sauntered off into the sunset, his walker propelling him slowly forward.

Elly committed herself to the task at hand, and ignored the thick brown liquid dripping off her behind. She quickly gathered up her trash and loaded it on to the cart. One last check of each centerpiece, pulling off a petal here, moving a hydrangea here and she was finished. There was one last thing to do: she had to see the bride. Pushing her cart through the gravel gardens, she allowed herself one quick glance back at the tent. It was marvelous. A paradise made of the work of hundreds of people…and lots of daddy’s money.

Arriving at the garden house, Elly checked her apron, making sure it was covering the cow pie on her pants, and ducked into the bride’s dressing room. It looked like a bridal store had exploded. Pink high heels littered the floor. Bras were strewn about. Numerous bridesmaids, all wearing pale green dresses, were gossiping excitedly and filling the air with aerosol hair-spray. Elly doubted any of it was getting on their actual up-dos, which were pulling back their eyes to give them a wild-eyed, mad bridesmaid look.

The mother of the bride was fussing over her daughter at the mirror. “I told her that we didn’t want the cake with butter pecan on all the sections, but just the top. And I look at our contract and it says, ‘butter pecan on the second half’. Can you believe it? I just hope that today it’s not on the first layer…”

The timid bride, Leslie, was looking more and more terrified as her mom yanked on her hair. Elly felt for her.

“Hi Leslie! I was just stopping in to say congratulations and wish you luck.”

Leslie jumped up from her chair and threw her arms around Elly.

“Thank you SO much. They are so beautiful. I love them!”

Elly unwrapped Leslie from herself and eyed Lizette over her shoulder, scowling. Elly looked at Leslie and grabbed her hands. “I wish you the many blessings on your marriage. The day goes so fast, make sure you take the time to step back and treasure what is…”

“Okay, okay, this bride needs to get married.” Lizette swept in, pushing Elly towards the door. “Thank you Elly. Great job with the flowers! They look lovely.”

Elly raised an eyebrow at Lizette.

“Really? Didn’t you want to ask Leslie about her choice of greens?”

Lizette scowled at Elly.

Leslie looked confused. “You didn’t like my green?” she asked Lizette.

“No, it was fine love, I just thought clover would have been pretty, but it looks amazing now. I was wrong. Here, why don’t we put in your tiara?”

She had a sour look splayed across her heavily made-up face.
Triumph
, thought Elly. She had never liked Lizette, but today she had been especially rude.
Ah, sweet victory
. She savored the feeling. It was just then that some chocolate dripped off her pants, under the apron, onto the floor.

“What was that?” Lizette gasped. Her voice got very shrill. The accent disappeared. “Was that poop? What IS that??”

“Okay. Thanks! Congrats Leslie!” Elly darted out of the room, holding her apron tight around her behind. It wasn’t until she was in her sweltering van that she let herself truly relax. Her shoulders sank into cushion as the air conditioning blasted on her face. She leaned her head back on the seat. It was over.

“Thank you God,” she breathed, sending up a silent prayer of thanks. Then she picked up her cell phone and dialed Snarky Teenager, who was minding the shop.

“Hi, it’s me. Get ready to load up the next wedding. I need you to run up to my apartment and grab some pants.” Elly paused. “No, I definitely don’t want to talk about it.”

CHAPTER

THREE

There had never been anything as beautiful as Elly’s couch. Never before, in the history of mankind, had there been anything as glorious or comforting as the soft tan leather couch that Elly lay face-down upon. The day was done, the wedding deliveries were over. Elly had almost cried with relief when she walked in the door. She had dropped her purse, stripped to her underwear and collapsed onto the couch. There she had stayed, dozing off and on, as the sun slowly dipped behind her curtains.

Two hours later, Elly awoke, ravenous. Before she even dressed, she was dialing the Chinese restaurant down the street, the Pearl Wok. Not totally sanitary – Elly had spied a cockroach on the floor once, but had forgiven them on account of their orange chicken and wontons. Plus, they delivered.

“June…hi, it’s Elly. Yes, hi! Again, yes. The norm. Mmmhmm. And a side of wontons. Yes I know. Twice this week. Okay. Thanks!”

She hung up the phone, determined not to think about what the implications might be of the Chinese food girl knowing her name and order by heart. It was best not to think about it. She opened the door to her bedroom and looked at her bed, which was covered with a white fur blanket. The white fur blanket lazily lifted its eyes and gazed at Elly, confused.

“Cadbury, get up! Off the bed! C’mon!”

The dog looked pissed off, but reluctantly jumped off the bed and followed her into the kitchen. Elly frowned at him. Kim had talked her into getting a dog. After many nights alone in her new apartment with a bottle of cheap wine, which usually resulted in Elly pacing around crying, Kim had informed her that she needed something to care for, something that wasn’t about her. Something to make her move on. Elly had pushed for something low maintenance, like a beta fish, but Kim wasn’t having it. She dragged Elly to the pound, where they looked at hundreds of sad faces behind bars before Elly had a nervous breakdown and demanded that Kim take her home. That night, as Elly sipped raspberry tea and looked out her window, she had remembered that her mother had an English sheepdog growing up in Georgia. And that was what she decided she wanted - a dog her mother would have loved.

The next morning Elly drove to a pretty blue farm house and sat down among a squeal worthy litter of Old English Sheepdog puppies. As the puppies climbed and licked every inch of Elly’s bare knees, the crowd parted and she saw another puppy lying in the corner, watching his brothers and sisters as if he thought they were the most ridiculous bunch of dogs he’d ever seen. His puppy face was still adorable, even though he carried what looked a lot like skepticism. She knew right then he was the dog for her. She carried Cadbury (named for the Easter candy; once a year was never enough for those little heavenly eggs) out of the farm and placed him in the front seat of the car. On the trip home, she talked to him. She cried about Aaron. She talked about starting the business and how no brides were calling her. She whispered her true feelings to this benign dog, and he gazed at her with something not like love, but more like the look a person reserves for crazy aunts.

It had taken months before Cadbury became the kind of dog she wanted to have. He was horrible at toilet training, peeing all over her Persian rug, until she had to throw it angrily into a dumpster. He hated his food, he hated being alone, and he yanked on the leash so hard that most walks resulted in bloodied knees. Cadbury rebelled in every way possible, but he did love her eventually. That he did.

They formed camaraderie – much like soldiers, they leaned on each other with an understood world weariness, and the common need for each other. She took him out for daily walks and let him eat most things, and in return he slept by her side on the bed, and didn’t poop inside anymore. His puppy face changed, and he became a beautiful dog – one that strangers complimented with ease. She was proud. Proud that she had not killed him in his puppy years, but also that her mother would have loved Cadbury. They walked around Forest Park in the spring, taking in the pink blossoms on the trees, and in the winter, Cadbury bounded through the thin snow in the striped sweater that Elly wrestled him into. He saw her through the good days, when she was high on life, and through the down days when she couldn’t believe it was two years since she woke up that fateful morning and drove away from the love of her life. He was her dog through and through, even when he was being reprehensible.

Back in the kitchen, Cadbury finally proceeded to get excited about her being home, jumping on her and nuzzling his cold nose against her shoulder. She had been home almost three hours at that point.

“Hello doggie-love,” she murmured.

She donned her favorite outfit: big, comfy pajama pants with reindeer on them and a fitted tank top, sat down on her couch, opened a bottle of wine and settled Cadbury across her lap. She flicked the remote. On the television, a beautiful woman dressed in a teal satin dress offered roses to different gentlemen. Each one smiled at her and kissed her cheek. Elly snorted. There was nothing like the idea of perfect, candle-lit romance to piss her off. She waved the wine bottle at the TV.

“Eat it up sweetheart…it all starts like this, and then it’s late nights at the studio and new paintings and then all of a sudden you’re the unstable one, waving a wine bottle at the television!”

She looked at Cadbury to see if he found the humor in this moment. He huffed at her.

“Yes, you’re right. I’m bitter, I get it”. The doorbell rang. “Chinese food!” she sang out and ruffled his ears.

She opened the door and gasped.

An insanely beautiful man stood at her door. She would have been disappointed if it had not been for his eyes. Those deep brown eyes, the color of chocolate cosmos, or of deliciously rich soil. Framed by long lashes – almost girlish in their length – his eyes were almond shaped. He looked to be perhaps half-Hawaiian. No, Vietnamese. No, Hispanic. No. Elly was really bad at guessing countries of origin. Well, wherever he was from, he was exquisitely handsome. Dark curly hair, skin the color of coffee mixed with cream.

‘Um, hello?” he said softly.

Oh Lord, he has an accent
thought Elly,
slay me now
. Quickly, she rearranged herself, pushing her hair out of her eyes, sucking her tummy in and licking her lips.

“Hi…you aren’t my Chinese food.”

She immediately regretted mentioning food within the first 30 seconds of meeting a beautiful man - the first beautiful man in a long time.
Fatty!

“No, I’m Isaac, Isaac Kamaka. I just moved in above the deli?”

“Oh, wow. That must smell delicious!” Elly mentally smacked herself.
Food again!

“No, not really, it kind of smells like mustard.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“So, are you just going around meeting all the neighbors?”

“Only the pretty ones.”

Swoon. She blushed. Noticeably.

“The guy next door – whew. He is a man to behold.”

Elly snickered. The man who lived next door was about 65, portly and had an odd aroma about him.

“He’s really nice. Gary. Although I think he steals my magazines.”

Isaac smiled. “Which ones?”

Weight Loss Weekly
, she thought, but instead she tipped her head and smiled, “Oh, you know, swimsuit catalogs and the like.”

Cadbury, who was frantically trying to get past Elly’s legs, was whining and pushing against her as she tried to look elegant while shoving a dog back between her thighs.

“Cadbury,
no
! NO! Stop!”

“Cadbury. That’s a good name. Named after….?”

“The butler,” she replied. “My family had a butler.”
Oh wait, WHAT?
“Yeah, he was a great treasure to our family.”

Well, at least I didn’t tell him he was named after a candy.

“Well, it’s nice to meet Cadbury, too,” Isaac said as Elly roughly shoved Cadbury back with her foot.
Dog abuser.
“So, this is kind of strange, but I don’t suppose you have a light bulb I can borrow? I’m trying to move stuff in, my instruments and I can’t see very well with the two lights they have now.”