Tuesday morning was cool and a little gray. Lyn walked partway to the hotel with Star, their breath showing faintly in the cold air. "Three more days," Lyn said, patting Star's head before turning toward the station.
At the front desk, Lyn checked a small pot of chrysanthemum leaves she had brought along to show a guest who loved gardening. Twelve leaves now, one more than yesterday. The guest smiled and asked when it might bloom. "Not for a while yet," Lyn admitted. "But it is growing well."
Back at home, Linda looked at the empty vase in the guest room and sighed. "The chrysanthemum will not bloom in time for John," she said to Pinkysan, who blinked slowly from the windowsill. Linda decided to walk to the small morning market near the station instead.
At a flower stall, rows of bright blooms stood in buckets of water. The seller suggested a bundle of autumn chrysanthemums, already open, in warm yellow and deep red. "These will last almost two weeks if you change the water," the seller said. Linda chose a generous bundle.
When Lyn came home that evening, she found the flowers already arranged in the guest room vase, glowing softly under the lamp. "They're beautiful," Lyn said. "Almost as nice as our own chrysanthemum will be someday."
Star sniffed the flowers once and sneezed, making both of them laugh. Pinkysan settled on the windowsill nearby, keeping a quiet watch over the new blooms. Over dinner, Linda counted on her fingers: Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. "Three days left," she said happily.
After the dishes were done, Lyn pulled out her list one more time. Guest room: ready. Tea: ready. Gift: ready. Flowers: ready at last. Only the welcome meal remained to plan, and that could wait for the weekend. Outside, the evening grew quiet and a little colder, and everyone settled in for the night.