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Delilah worked as a clerk at the five and dime of her home town. She had a beautiful heart, but was never a true beauty in the typical fashion. She performed many functions in her work, but her favorite was sorting the polyester flowers on the cheap, wooden rack. They were arranged by colour and fashion red, orange and so forth like a rainbow all the way down to violet. The types were arranged left to right roses, carnations, pansies, then daisies.
She always thought of herself as the violet daisies in the lower right hand corner. They seemed shy and unnoticeable just as she often felt. No one ever purchased them, so she would dust them carefully every day and imagine planting them in some open field where they would stand out amongst the white and yellow daisies.
She was thinking this on this particular day as she dusted them. It was a beautiful, sunny May day. She thought if she was in college she would be getting out for summer break, but the winds did not take her that way.
She heard the bell on the door tinkle and rose from her work. At the door was a young man of about 24 or 25, medium length wavy black hair, blue eyes. She immediately thought he was beautiful, she blushed and turned away.
�Miss!� he said, looking her in the eyes, �Do you by any chance have a sewing kit? I am in from out of town and have managed to tear my trousers.� He said presenting a tear on the inseam as evidence.
�Yes sir, I will get it for you, I think they are $1.99.�
�That�s fine.� He said looking at her rather strangely
She took the sewing kit to the counter, he held out his hand for her to shake, �My name is Thomas.� She shook his hand, �Delilah, a pleasure.�
�I knew that was you!� he said smiling. She looked at him questioningly. �You don�t remember? Let�s see it was the summer I was probably 8 or 9 spending the summer with my great aunt Gladys. You lived next door, I spent the night at your house, and you were the first girl I ever kissed. I always remember that sweetly, the way you smelled like Ivory soap. Your hair was the colour of honey and you had those strange green eyes, they seem to have stuck with you.�
She giggled sweetly, �I remember you, Thomas, you were so sweet. I remember you picked daisies for me in the field. We ran through the corn field playing hide and seek. I took you to my secret clubhouse. That was the most fun I ever had in a summer.�
�You know Gladys died, I am in town for her funeral� He said looking slightly uncomfortable.
�I am sorry; I know you loved her so.� Her heart sank a little, she had no idea Gladys had died.
�Well, the funeral was yesterday, I am just in town cleaning a few things up. Would you like to go to dinner this evening? I would love some company.�
�Sure where do you want to go?� she asked warmly.
�How about the Trois in Louisville? I hear it is excellent.�
She looked down, �I really wouldn�t be able to afford it.�
�Oh no.� he said smiling, �Absolutely my treat to an old friend who made a sweet summer of youth completely bearable.�
�Sure, if you want you can pick me up after work it will take us a while to get there and get seated. I have a change of clothes in the back I was going to go to the theatre tonight, but I would rather spend the evening with you.�
�At five it is.� He gave her a hug and walked toward the door. �One more thing, you remember the daisies I picked for you? They were violet, I hardly ever see those violet daisies anymore, must be a local phenomena.�
�Must be.� She said smiling to herself.