11. Flower Bed
Sana
I dally in the shop. Walking as naturally as I can, just like how my PT taught me how. It's strange to learn to walk again with him, reminding me of the heel-toe technique. I never thought about it before the accident, funny how much of the ordinary stuff people take for granted.
The flower shop has been faring well even though Jorgen was on his own for a while. He told me that he did get his hands full but didn't have the heart to also hire a temp for the shop. He managed until my parents finally allowed me to go.
"Is the large order ready?" Jorgen asks me, his arms laden with flowerpots for the Choosing tonight. He's still treating me like I haven't gotten the doctor's okay about my bones healing and whatnot.
I frown as I pull one-pot free from his arm and tuc
