An unexpected turn.

The doorbell rung, I stayed. I wasn't used to such automations. I was used to the classic unmistakable knock, guess I could proud myself an old timer. Anyway, I crouched over to open the door. I was home alone, and I was trying to satisfy a certain craving, binging on some toast. I reached  for the door knob ,and just as I was about to turn it open, It dawned on me, I was unkempt-not a bad feeling when alone of course. I made haste to a quick squirting of this and that, and a little unorthodox pampering. All done. The door open, a little hooded lady-a little girl to be more precise, was walking away along the porch, in a little sombering mood. I called out . She turned and with a jolly yell, she responded, 'Goodmorning Sir, You are in luck, I have just brought you my last bunch of flowers for the day." "But I did not order any flowers ,and if I did, I must have been mistaken" I said. "No,silly!" She said with chuckles " they are for free from me to you-its compassion week so I've been randomly giving out flowers to folks in my neighborhood-you just happened to be in luck Sir."  So I had found myself in a interesting situation.  So last I checked, there was nothing really for free, a catch was always looming in the minute at every nook.

I got the flowers from her-and I could see the shimmerng glow in her eyes-golden. Perhaps she had hit jackpot or something like it, but of course before the feelings could become mutual and any more fuzzier than already was-I performed the ritual of appreciation and 'wisked' her off  "Off you go now little one, off you go- thy good works await thee, and non but thee can satisfy " For a moment I thought that morning's interlude had come to a tranquil end.
I turned to return to my lonetime, took a second ,a third then probably a forth look at the 'bouquet', It was actually a beautiful augmentation of colour and scent. I pulled out a petal one after the other and took a long breathe in before letting a petal to the ground. I turned around and who should I see standing still like a statue-the little girl. 'They can stay much longer if you didn't pull out the petals-and if you asked I could help put them in a water container ,that way they will keep their natural glow much longer." She said. "Okay, Madam ,come over and finish thy work -tarry not for I have not all day for the mundane."
"And my name is Natalie, if you may wish to know" she retorted.
 My 'me-time' had just suffered an encroachment. I was now enrolled in the school of interior design or home decor, and neither was my delight. In no time, not only the flowers took a manicure pedicure-treat,the whole place somehow looked brighter and inviting, a strange turn of events indeed, so perhaps I loved my new intruder after all.
"Natalie" I called out ,"Why do you like flowers?" "Oh, flowers-they are beautiful -I love beautiful things, don't you?"
"Oh I do too, but flowers don't last"
"True, unfortunately most beautiful things don't last, but we can enjoy them while they do-says mom"
" Your mom is very right-and I sense a superhero mom coming up" I added.
"Yeah, she is, though she's not so keen on me cutting flowers -she prefers they remain on the stalk to preserve their life. She's a doctor so perhaps you may understand ,saving and preserving life is pretty much at heart for her. I was a little hurt when I saw you pulling out the petals and throwing them to the ground- a waste of my effort ,I thought, hence my offer to help you put them up in some water so they stay up fresh a little longer."
I felt some emotional chills go up my spine, I recoiled with an apology. To atone for my iniquity I surprised my 'lady' with a 'sweet-tooth' chocolate energy bar treat. The surprise was, however, on me-Natalie was a health conscious little rookie. "Those ain't good for your teeth" I showed her my sleekey-silky white teeth as an exhibit, "You won't have them for long if you continue-nature has been generous with you, don't push her -when she reacts, she over reacts " she spoke in her untamed voice. "Wow,you are a smart one!"
"You have no option when your mom and dad are both doctors-a surgeon and a physician." I did not want to demean the profession, I held my peace- how could I now reveal that I too was a medical doctor? I took back my treats, they survived to be eaten another day. I replaced them with some nuts instead-
And the question I dreaded was posed,"So sir!" ,"Andy, Andy is my name" I interupted. "Okay, so Andy, what do you do for a living, are you employed, an employer or a loafer or perhaps a student? " ,
"Wheeew, that's a mouthful of options. I'm a ,aaaaah, I'm a health assistant -yeah, a health assistant. I help out people feel better." I said that with a surge of ingenuity. "Oh, so you are a therapist? That's awesome! I need to introduce you to my mom-she gets a little grumpy at times, perhaps you can help out -you will ,won't you?"  So perhaps not so great wits on me at that moment. I made her a deal, If she could deliver a flower bouquet every week to a miss Chandler, a few blocks down the street, then I would fulfill my end of the burgain. She agreed with a dimply smile."Me and you gat a deal"
Our little rendezvous soon ended. She took leave. As she left I dared ask, "So how many bouquets have you delivered today?" , "Oh, just two, I gave the first to my mom, then mom said I give the other to some homeless one, but I couldn't find any so I turned to your house- today was your lucky day Andy-make that, helper-Andy"
Well, what do you know,  I was the next thing to a homeless one-anyway I had just won myself a free bouquet delivery lady.