Chapter 11
When Becky arrived at Blossom's, nestled on the corner of Peach Street and Fifth Street, a little shack that was usually forgotten, it was very busy. Three women, all different shades of red hair; one a deep auburn from a bottle; another, a strawberry blonde; and the last a very light red were behind the counter. Becky waited until she was called up to the counter. There was a very strong smell. Becky was grateful that she wasn't allergic to flowers. It was rather open and sunlight streamed in. She didn't think it was very popular time for flowers, but apparently, she was wrong.
"Next!" the dyed redhead called her, and Becky stepped up. She stared at the woman in front of her and realized it was the girl from the bathroom at the inn. "Oh, hi, Doll!" the woman exclaimed. Becky
