本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛Christmas had passed and soon it was February. There wasn’t as much snow on the street as in January. No winter lasted forever. Spring was on its way.
On his way home from work one afternoon, George dropped by Lillian’s store. It surprised him to see that Lillian was on one crutch.
“ What had happened?” He asked.
“I slipped in the freezer room and twisted one ankle last week.”
“ You shouldn’t come to the store with the crutch. You need to rest at home, that way you will recover faster.”
“Thanks. But I have rested at home for one week now. Though I am still in plaster cast, but it is all right now.”
“But how do you make scoops with one crutch?”
“I will just stand on one foot, then my hands will be free. You see…” She put the crutch aside.
“ Listen, I will be off tomorrow. If you need any help, please let me know.”
“ I will. That is very nice of you, George.”
The next morning Lillian opened the store as usual. This store had become a part of her every day life for over three years. Along the pink purple counter, the inner space including the inner room was all her space. On her left hand, there were buckets of ice creams totaling 16 flavours. While on her right hand, there were ice cream cakes cut and decorated all by herself. Outward of the counter, there scattered three tables and several chairs. She placed several chairs along the street outside of the store too. Summertime, people loved to sit outside.
Shortly after noon, right after she just said goodbye to one customer, the door opened and in came George.
“Afternoon, George.” She was surprised to see him.
“Afternoon, Lillian. Just want to see if there is anything I can help, I am off today anyway.”
“ Wow, let me think, I guess you need to come in and you may need to put this on.” She handed him an apron.”
“ That looks very nice on me, doesn’t it?” He teased himself and they all laughed.
“ I cut some cakes this morning. You may help me to decorate them.” Lillian brought out a scrapbook and a box of figurines from under the counter. She opened the book and showed George the pictures.
“Look, here is the little prince and his rose.” George flipped through the scrapbook. He exclaimed as he turned to a picture with a little prince and his rose.
“The little prince’s rose. Is there a story? Please tell the story, George. ” Lillian picked out the prince’s figurine from the box.
“ I am not good at telling a story.”
“ Oh, please George.” Lillian pleaded.
“ A little prince finds a rose. ” George began his story.
“ He waters her, tends her, protects her from all danger and cannot contain his admiration about her. However despite all the good will of his love, he has grown very unhappy. He makes his mind to escape from his flower. He thinks to himself, ‘ My rose is only an ordinary rose. After all, she is only one of many roses.’ ”
“ He meets a fox. The fox tells him, ‘ It’s the time you spend on your rose makes your rose so important. You are responsible for your rose. ’ ”
“ What a story, George!” Lillian was fascinated by the story.
“ You know what,” She collected her thought, “ We will make a cake with this figurine. Though there is no order for it, we will make it anyway. I will put it in the refrigerated display and display it.”
They decorated the prince and a rose on the top of the cake together, with the prince standing beside the rose. Using a white icing dispenser, Lillian squeezed some shells around the top of the cake, like setting up a white fence.
Watching Lillian put the cake into the refrigerated display and slid close the display’s door, George felt his whole spirit was lifted. He didn’t want to admit it, but the whole afternoon, he didn’t think of Ruth.
The whole afternoon passed so quickly, before they realized it, it was already six o’clock. Nancy came to pick up Lillian because she was still in plaster cast.
“Nancy, this is George. He has been helping me the whole afternoon.”
“George, you have met my sister Nancy.”
“ Yes, I remember. You play cello in the orchestra.”
“ You really have a very good memory. Thank you for helping Lillian.”
On their way home, Nancy smiled at Lillian.
“He is a customer, that is it.” Lillian explained.
“David’s birthday will be the weekend after the next week. So can we invite the customer George to a birthday dinner?”
Lillian nudged Nancy’s arm. They chuckled all the way home.更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
On his way home from work one afternoon, George dropped by Lillian’s store. It surprised him to see that Lillian was on one crutch.
“ What had happened?” He asked.
“I slipped in the freezer room and twisted one ankle last week.”
“ You shouldn’t come to the store with the crutch. You need to rest at home, that way you will recover faster.”
“Thanks. But I have rested at home for one week now. Though I am still in plaster cast, but it is all right now.”
“But how do you make scoops with one crutch?”
“I will just stand on one foot, then my hands will be free. You see…” She put the crutch aside.
“ Listen, I will be off tomorrow. If you need any help, please let me know.”
“ I will. That is very nice of you, George.”
The next morning Lillian opened the store as usual. This store had become a part of her every day life for over three years. Along the pink purple counter, the inner space including the inner room was all her space. On her left hand, there were buckets of ice creams totaling 16 flavours. While on her right hand, there were ice cream cakes cut and decorated all by herself. Outward of the counter, there scattered three tables and several chairs. She placed several chairs along the street outside of the store too. Summertime, people loved to sit outside.
Shortly after noon, right after she just said goodbye to one customer, the door opened and in came George.
“Afternoon, George.” She was surprised to see him.
“Afternoon, Lillian. Just want to see if there is anything I can help, I am off today anyway.”
“ Wow, let me think, I guess you need to come in and you may need to put this on.” She handed him an apron.”
“ That looks very nice on me, doesn’t it?” He teased himself and they all laughed.
“ I cut some cakes this morning. You may help me to decorate them.” Lillian brought out a scrapbook and a box of figurines from under the counter. She opened the book and showed George the pictures.
“Look, here is the little prince and his rose.” George flipped through the scrapbook. He exclaimed as he turned to a picture with a little prince and his rose.
“The little prince’s rose. Is there a story? Please tell the story, George. ” Lillian picked out the prince’s figurine from the box.
“ I am not good at telling a story.”
“ Oh, please George.” Lillian pleaded.
“ A little prince finds a rose. ” George began his story.
“ He waters her, tends her, protects her from all danger and cannot contain his admiration about her. However despite all the good will of his love, he has grown very unhappy. He makes his mind to escape from his flower. He thinks to himself, ‘ My rose is only an ordinary rose. After all, she is only one of many roses.’ ”
“ He meets a fox. The fox tells him, ‘ It’s the time you spend on your rose makes your rose so important. You are responsible for your rose. ’ ”
“ What a story, George!” Lillian was fascinated by the story.
“ You know what,” She collected her thought, “ We will make a cake with this figurine. Though there is no order for it, we will make it anyway. I will put it in the refrigerated display and display it.”
They decorated the prince and a rose on the top of the cake together, with the prince standing beside the rose. Using a white icing dispenser, Lillian squeezed some shells around the top of the cake, like setting up a white fence.
Watching Lillian put the cake into the refrigerated display and slid close the display’s door, George felt his whole spirit was lifted. He didn’t want to admit it, but the whole afternoon, he didn’t think of Ruth.
The whole afternoon passed so quickly, before they realized it, it was already six o’clock. Nancy came to pick up Lillian because she was still in plaster cast.
“Nancy, this is George. He has been helping me the whole afternoon.”
“George, you have met my sister Nancy.”
“ Yes, I remember. You play cello in the orchestra.”
“ You really have a very good memory. Thank you for helping Lillian.”
On their way home, Nancy smiled at Lillian.
“He is a customer, that is it.” Lillian explained.
“David’s birthday will be the weekend after the next week. So can we invite the customer George to a birthday dinner?”
Lillian nudged Nancy’s arm. They chuckled all the way home.更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net