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RAVEN TURNED THE KITCHEN LIGHT OFF WITH HER KEYS AND OUT THE DOOR. Her mother waited for her in the flower truck sipping her tall travel mug. Each morning came with a ritual. They'd wake up at five am and buy Egg McMuffins on their way downtown to the shop. Raven had gotten out of rehab and wanted to help her Mom barter and sell. "This is so predictable. We're predictable." She bewailed. Bitching and moaning was something she lived for. Who more congruous than she? Her mother rolled her eyes. She couldn't take another morning of her daughters to sleep deprivation hangover. Also known as SDP in Raven's books.

"The same man is going to buy the stupid flowers and then the bloke is going to come back.."

"Don't call a stranger such a thing." Her Mom repined.  Raven leaned her head on the glass window. "I'm just saying. Don't you ever get bored of doing the same thing every day?" The car jolted to a stop.

"Do you want me to send you back to Georgia? Back to rehab? Stay another seven months?"

Raven flipped off her Mother who was about to go on a rant. "You complain every day yet you don't have a job!" Raven rolled her eyes, "Oh, Christ. I'm twenty -three,  Mom. If I really needed you I wouldn't have an apartment." Her Mother shut up. This was another daylight ritual that fondly occurred. Disfunction.

"Your sister called."

"And?"

"Gracie's walking now. And Lily started preschool."

"Cool."

"Call her tonight, Okay?"

"Mom, I'm a grown woman."

"I'm just telling you to call your godamned sister, Raven, stop."

1:00 pm

The driver walked into the shop just as Raven suspected and her Mother was on break. "Why even bother coming in anymore? Just tell your wife or daughter or whoever the hell she is to come pick up her flowers at three, Okay?" The driver turned around and walked out the door without a squeak, That was easy. But honestly, what was she doing with the roses? The landline rang. A call. "Allison's Achilleas? I'm sorry but we don't have Achilleas. Yes, I'm aware that's the store's name. Yes, I know it's stupid, Ma'am but that won't get you your-" click. The elder lady hung up. Less work for me.  Raven's Mom came into the storefront with a bag of thornes. "Throw these out for me please."

"Sure," Raven said scantily.

"Did anyone call?"

"Just some old virago upset that you named your shop after yourself." Allison rolled her eyes. Dear fucking- She opened the register. "Just take out the trash."  Raven opened the side door of the building and pushed the garbage out the door. The actual bin itself was farther in the alley. Raven dragged the bin and farther down heeded a welp from a man. She slapdashed down the alley to the bin where the driver was facing the sky. His eyes wholly white and blood in his chest. Raven dropped the bag and ran her hands through her hair. Did she call the police? Maybe throw his body in the trash. What if people think she did it? With her record it was possible." A hulking  grunt lurked behind her. The killer. "Who is it?" Stupidly enough she asked. The male grabbed her by the neck. Raven hyperventilated erroneously. She had always had been oscillating and cerebral. He held a gun to her head. "Don't say anything." Raven tripped on the floor succeeding the man following on top of her with a knife in his throat. A gloved hand pushed him off a panicked Raven who needed her medication. Who was the carcinogenic heroin who just saved her?

Oh. shit.

The Rose lady.

She came back.