Felix hadn’t asked her for help
Following a couple of days of rain, Thursday promised to be a beautiful day. Natalie had met with her copywriter and made a few calls. The week’s work was winding down. Felix was out somewhere, so she didn’t have to worry about him poking his head in to ask questions.
Natalie decided to step outside and take a few breaths of fresh air. She looked over and saw Aimee, who was shaking the rain off the branches of one her shrubs. Aimee looked up.
“It’s the lilacs,” she said. “They tend to get mildew.”
Natalie nodded and smiled.
“Do you mind if I take a look at your beds?” Aimee asked.
“Sure.”
Aimee walked over and shook hands with Natalie.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been more social. Busy, you know. Ah, just as I thought: Yellow Iris. They’re beautiful.”
“Yes
