Elly In Bloom (6 page)

“Oh, yes. Sure. Hold on.” Elly closed the door behind her and locked it. She leaned against her wall. Everything inside her was trembling. Her brow was sweaty and the back of her neck was soaked. Her legs were tingling and her lips dry as a desert. She ran her tongue over her top lip. Ever since “the incident” she had hardly noticed men. Sure, sometimes men had taken some interest in her – the portly 65 year old neighbor for example, but Elly wasn’t used to it by any means. She was the sidekick. The one that men said hello to and were kind to, but only because they wanted to get with her friends. The cute but chubby friend, who was probably really nice and very funny. No one attractive ever noticed her. Until he did. Until Aaron.
Aaron.
A tightness squeezed her chest. She rarely allowed herself to think of him but when she did, the pain was deep and aching.

“Okay. Pull it together.” She shook her head to rearrange her thoughts. Light bulbs. She raced into the bathroom, yanked open the cabinet and grabbed a light bulb. Elly looked in the mirror and gave a pained squeak. A very round freckled, tan face stared back at her. A small nose and big blue eyes peeked out behind tortoiseshell framed glasses. Her chin-length thick blond hair looked insane, with curly strands going everywhere.
Great –I have homeless hair
. She quickly smoothed out sideswept bangs, tucking them behind her ears. Her dark pink lips were pouty, as they always were. She smiled at herself, beguilingly.
Yikes.
At least she had nice teeth.

As for the rest of her…she had large firm breasts that were poking out of the side of her tank top, and a small rib cage, but large, fleshy hips. To say she had an hourglass figure was generous. A rotund hourglass, perhaps. Or a bubble bowl. That is what she reminded herself of. She looked older than 32, no doubt. There was no way around it.
Best to keep sucking it in and smiling.
She launched herself back out of the bathroom and towards the front door. She took a deep breath and opened it slowly.

“I managed to find one…..I hope it’s okay that it’s regular and not CFL.” Isaac smiled. He had perfect teeth, almost canine in nature.

“Thanks,” he mumbled. “At least I won’t have to work in the dark.”

“What do you do?” Elly asked.

“I’m a musician. I write music for performers. Mostly of the piano and guitar variety - although, true confession - I am in a band. I don’t adore performing…” He paused, making himself all the more darling. “There is something about being up in front of people that makes me cringe. It’s just so egotistical, but I understand it’s a necessary evil.”

Elly’s heart did flip-flops. Amazing, gorgeous, and humble. What kind of man made her feel this way?

“What’s your band called?” Elly asked. He smiled proudly.

“Everest Oppressed. It symbolizes how man, as a beast, has been oppressed by the imaginings of greatness….”

Her wild mind wanderings were curbed as a small voice interrupted him from somewhere in the hallway.

“Excuse me?” A small Chinese man maneuvered around Issac’s hulking frame. “I have a delivery for El…Elly?”

“Elly, that’s me.” She hastily grabbed the bag from the man.
Please Lord, don’t let him see how much food I ordered.

The man held the receipt up to his face, announcing, “I have one orange chicken and one Mongolian beef, with an order of wontons and two egg drop soups!”

Kill me now
, Elly thought.

“It’s for lunches you know, for the week,” she mumbled as she dropped the bag behind the door, where Cadbury proceeded to dig into the wontons. She narrowed her eyes at the Chinese man.

“Thanks. Here is your check. Okay, bye!” She shoved the check at the delivery guy, who wandered down the back staircase that lined the apartments, mumbling angrily to himself.

Oh no, I forgot to tip him
. Her eyes wandered up to meet Isaac’s.
I’m not sure I care
, she thought. It was worth it.

“Well, I should let you get to your feast,” he said jokingly.

“Oh yeah, it was a long day, so I thought a special treat would be nice…”
What is the next lie you will tell him
, she wondered?
That you work out every day and really love soy milk?

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around. It was, er, nice to meet you,” he offered.

Elly was now trying to yank the wontons away from Cadbury, who was growling at her and batting her hands with his paws. She stood up and resumed sucking in.

“Yes. It was nice to meet you too. I will see you around. I own the shop downstairs – Posies. You should stop in for some free flowers sometime.”

Isaac rocked back on his feet, hands in pockets. “Maybe I will.”

“Okay.”

He put out his large hand. Elly wrapped her fingers around his coarse ones. Twisting tendrils of electricity snaked up her wrist. Her hand was moist. She pulled it away as he turned to go.

“It was really, really nice to meet you, Elly. Enjoy your dinner.”

Slowly she shut the door and then leaned against it. “Cadbury,” she breathed. “Did that just happen?”

Cadbury didn’t look up from his wontons.

“Wow.”

Elly reached up and felt her face. It was boiling, awash in pleasure and excitement. She took a deep breath and slid down the wall. How long had it been since she felt this way? This rush, this joy, coursing through her body, driving her to quick thoughts of future bliss. The last time…Elly’s joy abruptly dissolved. The last time she felt this joy was with Aaron. The deep abyss in her mind slowly opened: a small fissure on calm ground. She took a deep breath and let the painful memory wash over her, remembering the first time she had met Aaron Schuster.

In Georgia, Elly had worked for a large company, Global Trekking, which provided insurance for large shipping companies overseas. She had worked her way up the ladder until she was the Executive Secretary for the president, Jeff Burhope, and spent most of her days running his errands, typing his documents and dealing with things way beyond her job description. On that particular Tuesday, Jeff had dialed her extension, as he did hundreds of times a day.

“Elly, love, are you busy right now?”

Elly glanced at the piles of papers on her desk.
Yes, I am always busy, you ass,
she thought, but instead she said, “Nope, I’m not. What do you need?”

“I need some artwork for my billiards room. Today. Something with women in it, you know, a little bit naked, but not too much. My wife will see them. Thanks.”

Elly sighed loudly as she hung up the phone. Her “errands” for Mr. Burhope were always of the ridiculous nature, like finding exotic chocolates that he tasted once in Asia, or calling his wife to request his favorite dinner (Beef Butt Roast with BBQ sauce), or stocking up on foot crème for his weird toes. She was less Executive Secretary than Personal Assistant. She had spent a good portion of that morning noting highlights from his favorite blogs. Per his request that fateful day, Elly had packed her bags and headed out to a local gallery to find some pictures of women who were a little naked.

The gallery was light, starkly clean and full of art Elly did not understand – a red line splashed on a white canvas here, a giant phallic cucumber statue there. It was overwhelming. There were also some beautiful pictures of flowers on the wall. Up close they were messy and had an air of amateurism, but they were bright and vibrant and captured the essence of flowers…Elly’s favorite things. The more she studied the pictures, the more she realized she was looking at erotic flowers. Twisted throughout the flower was the shape of women, naked – through the stems, the petals, the bloom.
Oh my goodness
. She blushed.

“Do you know what you are looking at?” asked a deep voice behind her.

She turned around and smiled. Aaron stood before her. He was tall, with dark blond hair that drifted below his strong cheek bone. He had soft green eyes, dotted with tiny gold flecks. He was wearing thin, well-worn jeans and a long-sleeved maroon shirt. Elly found herself instantly swept away.

“No, what
am
I looking at?”

“You…are looking at my latest collection, which highlights the female body within the realms of nature.”

“Oh…that’s…” Elly told herself not to sounds stupid. “That’s very… thought-provoking.”

Aaron smirked at her. “You don’t know a lot about art, do you?”

“Umm..no.” Elly confessed. “I have no idea what I am looking at.”

“Well, it’s a study of different kinds of women. Like a garden. You have some lush flowers...” he trailed his fingers over his painting, where plus-sized women were woven in among peonies. “You have some sharp flowers…” his finger passed over calla lilies which were filled with lean, athletic forms, “..and you have some typical women.” A rose blooming underneath his fingers was filled with dense, erotic forms. He looked at her. “What kind of flower are you?” The dark passion in his eyes took her breath away. Elly rocked back on her heels.
This guy is intense.

“I’m, um….a Gardenia. You know, refined but made primarily of frosting.”

He laughed. “Funny. I like you. What is your name?”

“Elly.”

“Hi Elly,” he said, reaching out his ink-stained hand. “I’m Aaron.”

And with that, her heart had ripped wide open.

Back on the floor of her apartment, Elly wiped tears off her face, as the sound of Cadbury retching brought her back from her all-too-clear memories. She never allowed herself to think of Aaron. She never spoke his name. She denied his existence and refused to talk about her past with anyone but Kim. The life that she watched fade out in the Georgia morning was a dream of her past. It never existed. Because if it didn’t exist, neither did he. Aaron. The man who threw her heart onto the floor. The betrayer. The love of her life.
Ugh, why was she thinking of him?
She was sitting on the floor, by a bag of Chinese food, crying against the wall.

“Cadbury, STOP!” She yanked his collar, hard. He looked at her, betrayed.

Elly picked up the food and set it on the counter. Isaac. Incredible. The way he had looked at her.
Those dark eyes.
And so funny! She shook her head violently. No. No more men. It was a silly idea, a flight of insecurity. He was just her neighbor. Besides, he was cool. He had
it
. She did not have
it
- she was wearing reindeer pants. Her heart a jumble, Elly shut the door softly behind her, and slipped down the narrow stairs to the studio. She didn’t bother turning on the lights. She walked softly into the yellow room, rubbing her arms as her the goose bumps rallied. She opened her cooler, flooding the space with neon light, and listened to the comforting hum of the electricity.

Reaching inside, she grabbed randomly from black buckets. Slowly, she gathered peach garden roses, pink lisanthus, bright yellow tulips and a pale blue scabiosa. She then selected narrow bronze bucket from the vase wall, and arranged the flowers one by one. With each flower, she felt her memories heal over, smoothed over with a soft balm. Aaron disappeared, a shadow of her past. She clutched her arrangement to her chest and stared out the large windows of her studio as the cars drove past, their headlights illuminating her face, one by one.

This is my place
, she thought,
I’m okay here. Nothing can touch me here.

Cadbury’s whine sounded overhead. Elly’s stomach rumbled at the thought of her warm Chinese food. Slowly, she headed back upstairs, back up to the light, with a new vase of flowers clutched in her hand.

CHAPTER

FOUR

Kim poked her head around the corner and motioned to Elly, who was on the phone. Elly cupped the phone and whispered, “I know, I know, we need to talk. She’s crazy!”

She circled her finger around her temple. Kim snickered and ducked back into the studio, her long blond ponytail swinging perfectly behind her. Ugh.
Unfair
, thought Elly, her own hair damp and curly against her forehead.

Elly turned her attention back to Brooke, her least favorite bride, who was talking nonstop in her ear.

“I called the caterer yesterday, and even though he said he would call me right back, he hasn’t.
Sooo
typical. I’m thinking of switching. Anyway, the table linens are a bright blue, but they aren’t like a
real
bright blue, they are more like a really pale, baby blue. Not quite a lavender though. They look great with pewter, but not silver. Does that make sense?”