"Jan, I need you to run an errand for me."
The blonde paused in her weeding to look up at her sister, face expressionless. Neme had opened the window of their second story loft and was peering down at Jan from her computer desk, glowering, like usual. Standing quietly, the tall teen washed her hands using the hose attached to the building and headed upstairs.
"Wha' do ya need?"
Neme turned in her chair with a smile and a list. Not a nice smile, either. "One of my very important clients would like a flower delivered to his grandmother."
Simple enough.
"However, he wants it from a specific shop. The shop's address is on this paper. Unfortunately, she lives at an old folks home where they have an annoying policy. If you bring a gift for one 'guest' you need to bring one for them all. So, pick up enough flowers for all of the geezers there."
Sigh. Nodding, Jan took the paper and set out. The shop wasn't hard to find, in fact, it was very easy. There was a gigantic crowd. Jan politely waited in line, only to find that when she reached the front, they were out of daisies. Yes, daisies. Large ones.
Back on the street, Jan frowned, using her cell to dial her sister. How many? 97 elderly? ... 97 daisies. The hunt was on.
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Jan spent the next five hours of her day hunting for daisies. She bought 70 in all from various floral shops, and picked the last 27 herself. By the time she had them all, it was dusk. Squinting at the crinkled up paper Neme had given her, Jan realized it as lacking the address of Sunshine Meadows Retirement Home and that she needed to call her sister.
After an unsuccessfull three attempts at getting in contact with her, Jan set out for an open shop to try and find a phone book. Finally, a diner had one, and she found the address. Also calling the number listed, she found out they were only taking visitors for another hour.
A cab got her there in 30 minutes, and she jogged inside, holding the large box and panting.
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"No, I'm sorry, Miss. We don't have the time for that kind of service here. You'll have to hand those out yourself. They're all in their rooms right now, so feel free to just put them outside the door. The living quarters are that way."
Slightly out of breath still, the blonde stared at the receptionist for several moments before sighing, grabbing the large box of flowers, and heading down the hallway that the man had indicated.
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At least that part had gone smoothly. Jan had simply placed each flower by the doors of the resthome stayers, knocking politely, then moving on to the next. Neme called to confirm the very next day that each person had recieved one of the flowers.
