Page 4 of Must Love Flowers
“Mom, we’re on a tight schedule with this project. If we don’t finish our part on time, then we hold up the other trades. Let me tell you, those electricians can get downright cranky if we aren’t done when they’re ready to run the wiring.”
“I hope they’re paying you overtime.”
Glancing up from the puzzle, Nick grinned boyishly. “Yup, which brings me to the reason for my visit.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, seeing that I missed dinner with you, how about I take you out to eat?”
The invite surprised her in a pleasant way. Joan couldn’t remember the last time she dined out. She ordered DoorDash on occasion, and Uber Eats, too. It seemed nonsensical to leave the house to dine alone.It used to be…There it was again, like yeast bubbling up in dough. She and Jared had had a routine date night.
At one time, she’d kept in touch with friends. A group of classmates from college had routinely gotten together for lunch three or four times a year. That hadn’t happened since the pandemic. It seemed everyone had gone their separate ways since the lockdown.
After Jared’s sudden death from a massive brain aneurysm, Joan had been bombarded with sympathy and support from family and friends. That, however, had quickly died off, and then with COVID there was almost complete silence. It’d remained that way.
“Well, what do you think?” Nick asked, breaking into her thoughts.
For one wild moment, she struggled, thinking it best, safer, to decline, but then she changed her mind. Dinner out shouldn’t intimidate her. Becoming familiar again with leaving the house was what she needed, if she was going to move forward in life. Emmie would be pleased to know Joan was making an effort.
“Ah, sure. Where would you like to go?”
“Mom,” he said, grinning. “It’s your birthday; you decide.”
“You want me to decide?” Crazy as it sounded for a woman who managed a busy office, handled everything outside of the actual dentistry, she suddenly found it difficult to make even the smallest decision.
“Yup, I’ve got money to burn,” he said, looking well pleased with himself. “Any restaurant in town.”
“What if I say I want to dine at Canlis?” The iconic Seattle restaurant often had a several-weeks waiting list. Jared and Joan had dined there on their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. It was a meal she would long treasure. The staff at Canlis had made it special.
Nick didn’t even blink. “Doubtful I could get a reservation, but I’ll try.”
Joan enjoyed teasing her son. “Do you think Il Lucano survived the lockdown?” The family-owned Italian restaurant had been one of her and Jared’s favorites. Joan had never tasted a better Eggplant Parmesan anywhere.
“I don’t know,” Nick said, and grabbed his phone from his pocket. He connected with Siri and within half a second had the information he wanted. Looking up, he smiled and nodded. “Looks like they’re in business, and so are we. I’ll call and make reservations for tomorrow night at six thirty. Sound good?”
“It sounds perfect.” It astonished her how much this invitation excited her. It’d been ages since she’d had something special to look forward to. Seeing that the invitation had come from her son made it even more special.
“I better head to work,” Nick said, as he stood from the table and delivered his empty coffee cup to the kitchen sink. “I’ll come by tomorrow at six. Be ready, okay?”
“Of course, and after dinner you can take home those enchiladas.”
His eyes lit up. “My favorite. Thanks, Mom.” Nick kissed her cheek before he headed out the door.
Both excited and hesitant, Joan went straight to her bedroom closet to check what she had to wear for a night out. As she passed the full-length mirror on the closet door, she did a double take. No wonder her son had given her that strange look when he’d first arrived. She looked dreadful. She hadn’t combed her hair and had dressed in old jeans and a Seahawks sweatshirt that had faded from multiple washings. She wore slippers and hadn’t so much as put on lipstick. The contrast was striking, even toher, from the days she’d gone into the office with Jared. It used to be that she took pride in her appearance.
It used to bewith a lot of things, she admitted. So much had changed, and not for the good.
Rather than stare at her reflection, she hung her head, embarrassed by the lack of attention to herself and how much of her personal appearance she’d let slide. This was the third day in a row that she’d worn the same tattered jeans and the faded sweatshirt.
Other than to step onto the porch to collect the mail, it’d been a week since she’d ventured outside. It used to be she had the most beautiful yard on the block. She was known for her love of flowers. Now it was rare for her to venture outside the house. So much loss, so much grief. Even the pride she had in herself had fallen by the wayside. Little wonder Nick had looked at her as if he didn’t recognize her as his mother. Joan barely recognized her own reflection, let alone the woman she’d become.
It was then that she remembered the birthday gift from Emmie. No better time for a hair appointment than before a dinner date with her son. Refusing to continue berating herself, Joan headed to the dresser, where she’d left Emmie’s birthday card. Opening it, she reached for the gift certificate and felt almost giddy. She was going out, and when she did, she planned to be dressed to the nines, whatever that meant. First things first, she needed an appointment, and went in search of her phone. She had a bad habit of leaving it all over the house. It took several minutes to locate it on the en suite bathroom counter.
As she swept it up, her gaze fell on the unmade bed, and it stopped her cold. While working, she’d never left the house unless the dishwasher was empty of clean dishes. And the bedmade. Never. Somehow, without even realizing it, she’d let the little things that had at one time been important slide along with everything else, including her appearance.
With a vengeance, she set aside the phone and hurried around the king-size bed and put it to order, placing the decorator pillows in place. They’d been tucked in the corner for weeks, abandoned and forgotten, which was how Joan felt most days.
Once she was finished, she felt a small sense of accomplishment. She retrieved the phone and sat on the edge of the mattress while she went through her contact list for Cutting Edge salon. The receptionist answered, and Joan realized how ridiculous she was being. It was doubtful she’d get an appointment on such short notice. Charlene was often booked weeks ahead. How foolish of her to think her friend would alter her schedule at the last minute for her.
