After she'd dropped off the Venus and Mars Cafe's weekly flower order, Brianna skipped the rest of her scheduled deliveries. Instead she headed to Old Man Turner's. He was the only person she could handle being around right now. Everyone else would want to chat. She didn't want to chat. She wanted to wallow in her broken heart, and she needed peace and quiet to do so. Old Man Turner was just the guy for that.
He'd been acting more and more strange lately. Every time she showed up, he gave her another one of his possessions. Figuring it was all part of the dementia, she’d been putting his gifts in a big cardboard box in his shed. Hopefully she'd find a way to ease them back into his life without his even noticing.
Just a couple days ago, he'd given her the old rose-printed teapot she'd al
