There’s a very nice man named Z at this store called Jasmine’s Garden on Hillhurst (between Finley and the Albertson’s).
I browsed the small store for a long time, smelling the soaps and candles. I told him I wanted to buy everything.
‘Don’t buy everything,’ he said, alarmed.
After a beat, he chuckled and recanted, ‘Well, maybe buy everything and then I’ll close up and go home early.’
A brave squirrel (one of the outcasts from Cinderella on Ice, no doubt) wandered in the back door and looked at me expectantly. Z shooed him away and said the squirrel was after peanuts. ‘Naturally,’ I replied.
Finally, I bought a Stargazer and some bamboo. As a bonus, Z added an enormous orange rose that I’d been admiring. He told me it was a Circus Rose.
It was in full bloom, in its very last days. Z explained why cut flowers can live in water but won’t ever grow.
I considered this as he peeled off the outermost petals and wrapped the stem.
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