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Hey-? It's Mike… nah, bike’s run’n fine. Listen, Sam, I know we ain't exchanging Christmas cards or nothing, but you gotta line on some’in I know fuck all about ‘n’ it's important ta me- and… I know you won't take the mickey outta me for it, so I'll just ask. What kinda plants can you plant at a grave ‘round here, and do you have any?”
SAM is my bike mechanic. Sabrina Anne Marie, if I wasn't sucha bastard murder I might have dreamed of settling down with a bird like her one day. She's the kinda person that can restore your faith in humanity then kick the bollocks off a handys prick in the next second. Her dad was old friends with Ray, but that's as close as she gets to my world. Aside from the bikes she's sold me.
“Easy, chrysanthemums.” I knew she'd know. “I just divided some of mine. You'd be welcome to them.”
“You're a peach!”
“-But you should talk to the grounds keepers if this is for a grave plot. There are usually rules about what's allowed…” Buggar all, hadn't thought of that. “...You okay Mike?”
“Yeah, a friend of the family passed, wanted to do some’in bit more meaningful than half dead flowers, but I didn't think about there be’n rules about bloody plants.”
“Some of my mums- chrysanthemums are still blooming. Why don't I cut you some of those and give you a pot with a division, best of both worlds yeah?”
“That's too kind of you love.”
“Just treat your bike right and we'll call it good. Stop ‘round during shop hours to pick them up- Oh! And don't you even think of paying me! Consider it my gift to you as condolences.”
I only saw Sam for a moment when I picked up the flowers. Under the oil, grease and dirt she’s gotta fit body, but more than anything else, a beautiful soul, Beth would have loved Sam. Anyone with half a heart would, but especially Beth. Sam does shit like what Beth used to do, up-cycles, or whatever it's called. Sam is somehow a gear head and a bit of a hippie, the fuck I know if one is related to the other. They don't seem to be. The flowers look nice, yellow, purple and white with a purple ribbon. And there's a hand written note about the meaning of the flower's colors. Yellow and white roses for friendship and loyalty, purple eternal love. Then the Chrysanthemums, white for joy and friendship, yellow for sorrow or lost or neglected love.
“Sam this is, it's too-”
“So I added a few from the hot house. You came to me because you trusted me to help you, don't act surprised I delivered, it's insulting.”
“I didn't mean-”
“Then say thank you and accept my help.”
“Thank you.”
“You're very welcome. Now piss off, I have customers. Give me a ring when things settle, yeah?...”
"Cheers."