It Ends with Us

What the heck
?’ But I do get bored sometimes. I’d be happy to help you
with whatever you need. Cleaning, decorating, picking out paint colors.
I’m a Pinterest whore.” Something behind me catches her eye and she
points. “I could take that broken door and make it magnificent. 
All
this
stuff, really. There’s a use for almost everything, you know.”
I look around at the room, knowing full well I’m not going to be able to
tackle this by myself. I probably can’t even lift half this stuff alone. I’ll
eventually have to hire someone anyway. “I’m not going to let you work for
free. But I could do $10 an hour if you’re really serious.”
She starts clapping, and if she weren’t in heels, she might have jumped
up and down. “When can I start?”
I glance down at her white capris. “Will tomorrow work? You’ll probably
want to show up in disposable clothes.”
She waves me off and drops her Hermès bag on a dusty table next to
her. “Nonsense,” she says. “My husband is watching the Bruins play at a
bar down the street. If it’s okay, I’ll just hang with you and get started right
now.”
• • •

---

Two hours later, I’m convinced I’ve met my new best friend. And she
really is a Pinterest whore.
We write “Keep” and “Toss” on sticky notes, and slap them on
everything in the room. She’s a fellow believer in upcycling, so we come
up with ideas for at least 75 percent of the stuff left in the building. The
rest she says her husband can throw out when he has free time. Once we
know what we’re going to do with all the stuff, I grab a notebook and a
pen and we sit at one of the tables to write down design ideas.
“Okay,” she says, leaning back in her chair. I want to laugh, because her
white capris are covered in dirt now, but she doesn’t seem to care. “Do you
have a goal for this place?” she asks, glancing around.
“I have 
one
,” I say. “Succeed.”
She laughs. “I have no doubt you’ll succeed. But you do need a vision.”
I think about what my mother said. “
Just make sure it’s brave and bold,
Lily
.” I smile and sit up straighter in my chair. “Brave and bold,” I say. “I
want this place to be different. I want to take risks.”
She narrows her eyes as she chews on the tip of the pen. “But you’re just
selling flowers,” she says. “How can you be brave and bold with flowers?”
I look around the room and try to envision what I’m thinking. I’m not
even sure what I’m thinking. I’m just getting itchy and restless, like I’m on
the verge of a brilliant idea. “What are some words that come to mind
when you think of flowers?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. They’re sweet, I guess? They’re alive, so they
make me think of life. And maybe the color pink. And spring.”
“Sweet, life, pink, spring,” I repeat. And then, “Allysa, you’re brilliant!” I
stand up and begin pacing the floor. “We’ll take everything everyone loves
about flowers, and we’ll do the complete opposite!”
She makes a face to let me know she isn’t following.
“Okay,” I say. “What if, instead of showcasing the 
sweet
side of flowers,
we showcased the 
villainous
side? Instead of pink accents, we use darker
colors, like a deep purple or even black. And instead of just spring and
life, we also celebrate winter and death.”
Allysa’s eyes are wide. “But . . . what if someone wants 
pink
flowers,
though?”
“Well, we’ll still give them what they want, of course. But we’ll also give
them what they don’t 
know
they want.”

---

She scratches her cheek. “So you’re thinking 
black
flowers?” She looks
concerned, and I don’t blame her. She’s only seeing the darkest side of my
vision. I take a seat at the table again and try to get her on board.
“Someone once told me that there is no such thing as bad people.
We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things. That stuck with me,
because it’s so true. We’ve all got a little bit of good and evil in us. I want
to make that our theme. Instead of painting the walls a putrid sweet color,
we paint them dark purple with black accents. And instead of only putting
out the usual pastel displays of flowers in boring crystal vases that make
people think of life, we go edgy. Brave and bold. We put out displays of
darker flowers wrapped in things like leather or silver chains. And rather
than put them in crystal vases, we’ll stick them in black onyx or . . . I don’t
know . . . purple velvet vases lined with silver studs. The ideas are endless.”
I stand up again. “There are floral shops on every corner for people who
love flowers. But what floral shop caters to all the people who 
hate
flowers?”
Allysa shakes her head. “None of them,” she whispers.
“Exactly. None of them.”
We stare at each other for a moment, and then I can’t take it another
second. I’m bursting with excitement and I just start laughing like a giddy
child. Allysa starts laughing, too, and she jumps up and hugs me. “Lily, it’s
so twisted, it’s brilliant!”
“I know!” I’m full of renewed energy. “I need a desk so I can sit down
and make a business plan! But my future office is full of old vegetable
crates!”
She walks toward the back of the store. “Well, let’s get them out of there
and go buy you a desk!”
We squeeze into the office and begin moving crates out one by one and
into a back room. I stand on the chair to make the piles taller so we’ll have
more room to move around.
“These are perfect for the window displays I have in mind.” She hands
me two more crates and walks away, and as I’m reaching on my tiptoes to
stack them at the very top, the pile begins to tumble. I try to find
something to grab hold of for balance, but the crates knock me off the
chair. When I land on the floor, I can feel my foot bend in the wrong
direction. It’s followed by a rush of pain straight up my leg and down to
my toes.

---

Allysa comes rushing back into the room and has to move two of the
crates from on top of me. “Lily!” she says. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
I pull myself up to a sitting position, but don’t even try to put weight on
my ankle. I shake my head. “My ankle.”
She immediately removes my shoe and then pulls her phone out of her
pocket. She begins dialing a number and then looks up at me. “I know this
is a stupid question, but do you happen to have a refrigerator here with ice
in it?”
I shake my head.
“I figured,” she says. She puts the phone on speaker and sets it on the
floor as she begins to roll up my pant leg. I wince, but not so much from
the pain. I just can’t believe I did something so stupid. If I broke it, I’m
screwed. I just spent my entire inheritance on a building that I won’t even
be able to renovate for months.
“
Heeey
, Issa,” a voice croons through her phone. “Where you at? The
game’s over.”
Allysa picks up her phone and brings it closer to her mouth. “At work.
Listen, I need . . .”
The guy cuts her off and says, “At 
work
? Babe, you don’t even have a
job.”
Allysa shakes her head and says, “Marshall, listen. It’s an emergency. I
think my boss broke her ankle. I need you to bring some ice to . . .”
He cuts her off with a laugh. “Your