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I tilted my head to the side, trying to spark recognition. Everett looked as if he was struggling to make the connection, too.
We’d purposely driven to the next county over, hoping no Eads River reunions would happen.
“You both were classes ahead of me, but wow!” He looked between us. “You look great! I can’t believe you’re still together!”
“We’re not together,” we said in unison.
“Huh?”
“He’s getting married.” “I’m getting married,” we spoke in unison once more.
“Oh, well, uh…” He blinked. “Good to see you. Your designated server will be right with you.”
“Where are your brother and sister these days?” Everett changed the subject without missing a beat.
“They both ventured into the corporate world,” I said. “He’s a stockbroker, and she does accounting for a hedge fund.”
“In that case, you officially owe me an apology.”
“For what?”
“I told you that would happen.” He picked up his glass. “Your parents spent all that money trying to get them into sports and art when they were in college, but Spencer and Amy can’t help being predictable as hell.”
“They both got married two years after graduating, too. Can you believe that?”
“I can.” He smiled. “Let me guess. Spencer is with a blonde way younger than him who doesn’t want to work.”
“She’s a very accomplished influencer,” I said. “She got me to try out a new shampoo. It’s actually pretty great.”
“What about Amy?”
“She got married to a guy who is just like Aunt Gertrude’s husband.”
“So, he’s a simp?”
“Yeah, and I think he and Uncle G. are a far better match. They talk on the phone every night.”
We both laughed.
Our server set down two salads and placed a note on my side of the table.
My sincerest condolences, Sweet Dahlia.
Your mother is why I have the most beautiful rose and hydrangea bushes in front of this restaurant.
She’s also why I’ve never had to pay for new centerpieces.
Your meal is on me tonight, and it will remain that way whenever you choose to grace us with your presence.
Love,
Chef Lumen
Swallowing a rising lump, I looked at the bright centerpiece on our table. I didn’t even think to touch it when we arrived because all the petals looked so fluffy and light that I assumed they were fake.
I plucked out one of the limelight hydrangeas and rolled the stem between my fingers.
“It makes sense that your mother left the garden to you,” Everett said softly.“I would’ve been shocked if she left it to anyone else.”
