Moving slowly, I slipped into the back room where Parker and I kept my old Mossberg. A shotgun wasn’t the most elegant of weapons, but it was more than enough to convince any would-be robbers that they’d picked the wrong store to mess with. A quick scroll through the contacts on my phone, and then ringing.
“Mercy General, how may I direct your call please?”
“Hello, this is Pistils Flower Shop, calling to confirm on a patient before delivering an arrangement?” It was standard for us to call the hospitals in advance, just in case the recipient had been discharged or died before we could arrive with their Get Well Soon flowers.
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