I was doing well at Lè Rose, but my mind was preoccupied with Dad and his medication. The alarm on my phone reminded me that it was time for his morning dose.
"You need to eat something and take your meds," I instructed as soon as Dad picked up, just as the customers began to fill in at eleven a.m.
"You're worse than the doctors, Des," he chuckled.
"Dad, I need to go. Don't forget," I urged softly.
"Yeah, yeah," he replied before hanging up. I laughed to myself before returning to my work, tending to the customers while arranging my cute purple peonies.
"I love this," a guy said, picking up the peonies with a grim expression at the counter, as if they had reminded him of something painful.
"Doesn't seem like you do," I remarked, noting his Eminem shirt and gold chain.
He looked at m
