“I’ll be right down.” I hurried downstairs and peeked at a delivery guy who was holding yet another bouquet of flowers. “Hold on a minute,” I said as he thrust the flowers at me. “Will you please read the card to me?” The delivery man gave me a strange look, but obliged my odd request.
“It says, ‘Margaret, I had a good time Friday night. Here’s a token of my appreciation for the best night I’ve had in a some time. Cheers, Ted.’ Look, do you want them or not? It makes no difference to me.”
“I’ll take them,” I said, smiling at the man. He thrust them into my outstretched hands before beating a hasty retreat. I took the fragrant bluebells up to my apartment where I found a nice vase for them. Not the Lucifer one, of course, as that was in the dumpster across the way. I set the bluebells on the coffee table in my living room next to Alan’s orchids, and I felt so pampered. I’d never had one guy send me flowers, let alone three. Well, OK, two guys and the devil. But still! Three bouquets in two days. Not bad.
Taking a deep breath, I checked my messages. As I feared, my mother had called numerous times leaving me increasingly acerbic messages. She couldn’t get over my deceit as she called it in not telling her that Ned was gay. Considering how she reacted, I didn’t think it was so astonishing that I hadn’t wanted to tell her a thing. Besides, she was the one who’d hung up on me, not the other way around. I was tempted to erase her messages and pretend I’d never received them. I knew, however, that the longer I ignored her, the worse it would get. After three successive messages from her, there was one from Wind who didn’t sound at all like her usual self. She wanted to know what happened after she left my apartment, if Lucifer had returned. I vowed not to talk about the Morningstar with Wind until she got over her unseemly crush. I knew she would be embarrassed by it once she came to her senses. In the middle of my rumination, my cell phone rang.
“Hello?” I answered absentmindedly, still thinking about Wind.
“Girl, we so have to talk!” It was Ned, of course. I hadn’t talked to him since he did the town with Ted. “I have so much to tell you about my evening with your paramour. Can you come over here to dish?”
“Why don’t you come here?” I asked, pacing back and forth. I preferred Ned and Wind coming to my place so I didn’t have to come home late at night. Neither of them minded as they both liked to drive, and as I mentioned, neither had to get up before the crack of dawn. Usually.
“I’ll be over in two shakes. Oooh, I’ll bring some sushi. That should be right up your alley.” Before I could verbally smack him, he was off and running. I took the plunge and called my mother. At least Ned and sushi would console me after she put me through the wringer.