Rosedust by EB Converse

Author:EB Converse
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Book Reality Experience
Published: 2022-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

Wayne and Harris walked across the lawn past the pool, a perfectly still turquoise rectangle, into the gardens. When they reached the rose garden, Harris spoke out, hoping to reach his son.

“Wayne,” he started awkwardly, “I want to help you, son.”

Wayne kept on walking. “Beautifully maintained.” Wayne nodded toward the roses. “Are these being tended to by the new gardener?”

“Yes, we have a master gardener now,” said Harris quickly. “There are programs that can help you.”

“It’s really none of your business,” Wayne said coldly. “I’ve taken care of everything that you’ve asked me to, above and beyond. Are you doubting me?” he asked.

“It’s nothing to do with your work. Of course you’ll keep on being in charge. I’m concerned about your health, is all.”

“Dad, I clean up okay. You just caught me on a bad day.”

“You’ve been saying that for months now!”

“Oh, just lay off! Give me some time to work on it.”

They reached the lab garden where the roses and medicinal herbs were growing. Harris stopped at the roses and looked at Wayne. “You don’t ‘work on it.’ Where you’ll get help is in a hospital!” Harris’s voice rose.

“Keep it down!” Wayne hissed, indicating to the open lab door. “If I need your help, I’ll ask for it. Mary’s coming, so can we cool this for now?” Wayne indicated Mary’s approach toward them.

Harris gave him an exasperated look but kept silent.

“So, what do you think? Aren’t the gardeners doing a wonderful job?” she asked with a proud smile.

***

A few days after the dinner, Mary had the house to herself. Wayne was in Venice and Harris had left for Vancouver that morning for a conference. For a change that morning she bought flowers for the house that were bright and colorful. She laid them out on the kitchen table, dividing them into colorful groupings and putting them into painted Mexican vases. Distributing them around the house, she took the last vase to her own room.

Setting it on the dresser, she opened the middle drawer. There was the nubby blue cardigan that Carolyn had given her, lying on top of her other sweaters. Having originally refused it, Carolyn had persuaded her to keep it. It really did look good on her. She had kept it in perfect shape and had worn it last night with a collared shirt, a pencil skirt, and navy-blue flats. She didn’t have the brown and blue plaid pencil skirt anymore, but she had replaced it with another of a deeper brown. The style was timeless. She rarely went out on dates, but last night was special. It was someone special and she had seen him several times.

She put the clothing away, chuckling at the thought of Carolyn ever keeping anything this long: the girl would never. Mary wanted for nothing here at Rosewood and she had thrived. She was ambitious by nature and had loved the responsibilities of both managing the house and becoming director of the Foundation, and Harris and Wayne both encouraged her. Living at Rosewood had altered the course of her life and she was grateful beyond words.

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