The Accidental Florist

But she didn’t want to write it now. She’d just jot it down and save it for later. It would have to be more dramatic after she’d brooded over it.
    Meanwhile, she reverted to her chronology book. She liked to make the story brisk and not take months or years. She paper-clipped the notes in order and put them in her filing drawer with her other research.
    While she was doing this, the phone rang. She recognized Addie’s cell phone number and just let it ring. When it quit, she called up the stairway to Todd, “If the phone rings again, don’t answer it.“
    “Why not?“
    “Because it’s Mel’s mother, trying to harass me about her extravagant ideas for the wedding. I want Mel to calm her down before I speak to her.“
    “Good on you, Mom,“ he said in what he thought was a cockney accent and wasn’t convincing.
    The phone did ring again. And one more time. This time Addie left a message. “Jane, where are you? I’ve already called three times. Call me back immediately.“
    “Immediately? I left a phone message for her yesterday,“ she said as Todd came back down the stairs.
    “What’s for lunch?“ he asked.
    “Burger King?“
    Later that afternoon, she called Mel. “Have you talked to your mother?“
    “Should I have?“
    “I think so. I called her and told her the wedding was in three weeks instead of six and she cut me off, saying that was `unacceptable’ and that she’d get back to me when she wasn’t with a client. The ball is in your court now.“
    “Okay,“ he said in a dismal voice.
    “How’s the search for Miss Welbourne’s children going?“ she asked now that this was sorted out.
    “Not well. Both newspapers I contacted said they wanted to put the pictures in the big Sunday edition that everybody has time to read, and the next issue was already too full to place it well.“
    “I’m sorry to hear that, but you can use some of your free time to call your mother now.“
    “What am I supposed to say?“
    “That the date is set in stone. Four hundred guests is set in the same stone. I do all the flowers, she does the food, and we want the invitations to say no gifts are to be sent. And the charities they can contribute to.“
    “Is that really a good idea?“ Mel said. “Somebody might give us something really nice. Like one of those really fancy outside grills.“
    “What we’ll get is fourteen salad spinners, or eighteen sets of drinking glasses that don’t match or four china soup tureens. You’ve seen my kitchen shelves. They’re already crammed with what I use and need.“
    Mel gave up. “I have seen your kitchen shelves and if it were me, I’d give half of the things away. I see your point.“
    “We’ll buy our own grill after the wedding though. I promise. And you get to choose it.“
    Jane assumed that Mel would corner his mother and Jane would deal with all of the flowers, and get on with life. Her agent had recommended that she set up a website and rent a post office box for fan mail. “You don’t want fans, however nice they might be, to know where you live.“
    Jane had rented the post office box, but not yet tended to a website. She’d have to call Ted for suggestions of someone to do it for her. The Jeffry Pharmacy chain had a terrific website and she was pretty sure Ted hadn’t done it himself.
    Without fear, she could call him now that there was no chance of Thelma answering Ted’s office phone. She’d call him later today.
    All that remained of planning the wedding was picking up her hat, and getting the notice made up for the invitations that Jane and Mel didn’t want gifts, just charitable donations. She’d recently priced business cards, but hadn’t bought them yet, pending the website address. The owner of the place, however, had given her a reasonable price. She’d stop back today to buy the enclosures for the wedding announcements, send half to Addie and keep her half.
    “Oops,“ she said aloud. One more important thing. Line up a judge to do the civil wedding now that the date was set.
    Being a compulsive list maker, she got out her notebook she used for lists and rewrote the latest one with the judge in first place. Mel knew judges. But he was busy right now, so she’d call Uncle Jim instead.
    “Uncle Jim, the date for the two weddings has changed,“ she said when she reached him. She could hear some kind of power tool grinding to a stop. He was taking this woodworking thing seriously now that he’d had a room added for