Chapter 9
The flower shop was busier than usual for a Monday, and Macey took every chance she had to point out to her customers the newly made flyer hanging on the front counter that prominently displayed Sam as Uncle Sam, complete with white beard and pointing finger, proclaiming to everyone, “I want YOU to buy my fireworks!” Melody had done a great job, and so far, everyone found it amusing. Macey thought it was hilarious and found herself staring at it much of the day when she had free time. At least, the fact that she found it humorous was what her reasoning was whenever she found herself staring into his brown eyes.
“I know that young man has been giving you fits,” Betsy remarked, bringing a finished bouquet up for Macey to inspect before she set it with the flowers ready to go out
