The Accidental Florist

'I must go,' Mrs. Jefferson said. 'I'm supposed to supply the lemonade and it's probably getting hot in my car. Best wishes to both of you.'

The moment she turned away, he took Jane by the elbow, thanked the pastor, and swiftly headed toward Jane's car.

'Well done, Ted. You didn't need my help after all.'

'I knew you would if it was necessary though. That's what counts.'

'Will you and Dixie and the girls come to dinner with us tonight? I have lots of food.'

'That would be wonderful. I'll have to check with Dixie, but I'm sure she'll agree.'

'Mrs. Jefferson is one of the good ones from the church.'

'One of the few,' Ted said with a smile as he got into Jane's car.

Chapter

TWENTY-ONE

D

ixie looked five years younger than the last time Jane had seen her, and she was smiling and making the little girls laugh when she made funny faces. Ted looked happier and more relaxed than ever now that Thelma's funeral was over. It was a lovely evening and everyone ate heartily. After dinner she showed them around Mel's new office, which was finally looking like it might turn out to be done in a couple of weeks. Then he could choose the carpet and paint colors, and move his office furniture in.

Ted said, 'This makes me think it's time to renovate my own office at work. It hasn't changed for years and everything looks old and dingy.'

'Oh, Ted,' Dixie said, 'that's a wonderful idea. Can I help you pick out new furniture and paint colors?'

'You'll have to. I have no idea how to do this,' he said. 'Anything that isn't dark brown. And I have to clean out my mother's house to sell it. Do either of you want anything from it? A favorite lamp or some of her jewelry?'

Dixie looked at him and said, 'I wouldn't want anything she'd ever touched.'

Jane chimed in. 'There's nothing I want either.'

'So what do I do with her jewelry? She has a lot of it, and some is valuable. Her wedding ring has a huge diamond—'

Jane stepped up to the bat before Dixie could speak. 'Take them to an appraiser, and find out what they're worth. Then sell them on eBay or a local jeweler.'

'What a good idea, Jane,' Dixie piped up. 'Now let's don't talk about this anymore, Ted. Make your own decisions, and don't even tell me about them.' She was smiling as she said this.

Dixie turned to where the girls were sitting in their high chairs, and said, 'I'm right, aren't I?' She nodded her head and both of the girls laughed and tried to imitate the gesture. Mary, who was a year and a half old, dribbled orange juice all over her pink dress. Sarah, at four years, got it right.

Ted was grinning.

Jane called Mel when Ted, Dixie, and the girls had left. She told him about the nice dinner and then asked, 'How's your case going?'

'Which one?'

'The Welbournes, of course.'

'Not much yet. Both reporters have told me that they've had a lot of calls, but they're all either frauds, or someone who claims to have met them two years ago in Perth, or Sydney, or Orlando. But somebody will turn up knowing how to spell Miss Welbourne's whole name. Then we move in.'

Jane went to bed that night thinking about Ted and Dixie. Thelma's death was, sadly, the best thing that ever happened to them. They had both been so relaxed and pleasant at dinner. The relief of not having Thelma around, making their lives miserable, must have been enormous. And would only get better over time.

Then she started thinking about herself. This was Wednesday. At the end of next week, she'd be married. Her parents were arriving next Thursday. Next Wednesday her parents would be packing for the long flight from Denmark to New York then the short one to Chicago. Her dad would send his documents from the meetings in Denmark to Washington.

Thursday Mike would be driving home from Indiana, and Katie would be flying in from Kansas. The civil wedding would be on Friday, and Addie's wedding would be Saturday at five in the afternoon. Suddenly, she realized how close it all was — finally. It was a shame Mel's office wouldn't be ready in time. But that wasn't so important. He'd already hired people to take away his office furniture three weeks after the weddings.

Everything was finally coming together.

Unless Addie ruined it.

Meanwhile, Jane could happily work on the details of her new book. The planning was just as invigorating as the actual writing was. She loved the surprises that her mind served up from time to time during that process.

The week seemed to crawl along though. Every day seemed longer. And hotter. The workers were now putting in windows. The necessary door to the outside in case of fire in the house was completed. But the flooring hadn't arrived, though it had been promised earlier. The outside hadn't been stuccoed yet. They'd considered brick, but it was far more expensive.

Jane hadn't ever heard back from Addie and didn't know if she was coming to the real wedding. But it was a matter of pride not to call her back. Mel was unable to reach her either. But he wasn't worried. He claimed she was a busy woman. She'd show up in time, he assured Jane.

Jane did call the hotel billing department, asking if Addie VanDyne had paid for the hotel booking. She was told that all they'd received was a hefty down payment.

This worried Jane, and even slightly alarmed Mel when she told him. 'I'll pay for it if she doesn't,'Jane said.

'No. You won't. I'll hunt her down if I have to drive down there and hammer on her door.'

She didn't ask him until two days later if his motherhad paid. 'She claimed she did,' Mel said. 'You might ask if the hotel has gotten it.'

'You can do that,' Jane said. She knew she was being a bit snippy, and apologized. 'Never mind. I don't have a `real' job like you do. I'll call.'

'Jane, this isn't your responsibility. I will find out. I'm sorry I tried to shove this off on you. You do have a real job. And it's a more interesting one than mine.'

It was turning into a battle of apologies, and she didn't know how to stop it.

Mel called back an hour later. 'Janey, the hotel has already cashed the check. If it doesn't bounce, we're home free.' The 'Janey' part of this statement eased her mind. At least he wasn't mad at her. And she had probably deserved criticism for her nervous behavior.

'Could I persuade you to take me to a nice dinner? On my nickel? I'm desperate to eat something I didn't cook for myself. Can't your Officer Needham monitor any calls you get about the Welbournes? You can take along your cell phone and abandon me if something important comes in.'

'That sounds good. I've been living on sandwiches and chips in the canteen.'

This time they decided not to go to their favorite expensive restaurant and settled for a chain restaurant with