Getting Myself into the Battle of New York ~Avengers~

33; ASTERS WITH ROSES

Reappearing in an alleyway, again for the freaking third time, I don't know, I lost count, but all I know is that I reappeared somewhere in the DC area.

I know Washington DC like New York City. Like the back of my hand. Like its whole systematic map is installed and embedded in my brain.

Because I know that I reappeared in an alleyway that is a block away from a certain flower shop. As this certain flower shop is my last stop before reappearing again behind a tree or someplace where I won't look suspicious in the cemetery. Technically, the location on where the funeral is taking place.

Exiting the alleyway, I brisk walk to the flower shop famously called Infinity Flowers. Owned by a twenty-seven year old by the name of Janet Lancaster and her husband, Rafael Lancaster, the business had been passed down to Janet for over four generations. Officially, they started the business way before the second World War even began. I guess you could say business opened at the brink of the the first one though.

Anyways, Janet knew me as a regular. Somethings about her include she's twenty-seven, originally known as Janet Clarence until she married Rafael in 2010, had their first daughter in the same year, naming her Jane Temperance Lancaster. And then was Richard "Ricki" Jonathan Lancaster born two years later, this year technically, their second child.

Everybody, statewide or possibly even nationwide, knew about their florist and flower arranging expertise. As well as their knowledge that involves everything to the species of flowers, botany, and as I stated, flower arranging. After all, one of those everybody's include me.

I enter the shop, the fresh and lovely scent and breeze of flowers waft my nostrils, delightful really. Its a very beautiful shop, as its hint of a vintage theme sparks up my interests and makes the visit when I purchase certain flowers.

Upon the counter, I spot Janet chatting with a few customers with her warm, friendly smiles. As they left, her eyes immediately landed on me, "Amelia Vale! The usual?"

I gave a lopsided smile, "yep, Janet." She then approached me and hugged me, as I feel, from sympathy. "I heard. I am truly sorry for your loss."

Returning the warm hug, I frowned a little, "please, there's really no need." We let go of each other as she smiles a sad smile, that is if there is such thing. But as for the situation, there is. "Oh, Amelia. You must be able to understand on how to accept sympathy for a while now."

I sighed, as she left and picked up the flowers that I would usually get. I've been accepting too much sympathy, as I receive too many. Returning with the flowers at hand, I head over to pay. Announcing, "an aster bouquet for Amelia Vale!"

Smiling, I gladly pay her at her counter. "Thank you so much."

With a nod, she reply, "no problem. Your mother would've loved them."

Giving her one last, warm grin, I exit Infinity Flowers.

Now... Why aster flowers?

For the introductions, scientific name is aster amellus. The aster flower is a genus of flowering plants in the family Asteraceae.

Anyways, first, my mother and I have agreed that they are so beautiful and eye catching towards us.  Don't know why but we always had them in our backyard garden when we used to live in Brooklyn.

And second, there are numerous types of aster flowers, one of them being a frost aster and a lava aster.  I know.  The irony.

I guess that's just how my mother and I loved them.  There's no doubting that.