The Heart's Content

About three days later, when Alastor next went into town, he was in an unusually good mood. While he always aimed to start his day positively, this felt different—genuine happiness radiated from him. Since the Fourth of July festival, he had been on cloud nine, embracing a carefree spirit and finding joy even in things he typically disliked.

"Good morning, Mrs. Walters!" He greeted the elderly woman known to sell perfume that he thought was way too strong. "That fragrance suits you beautifully, and your little poodle looks absolutely adorable today."

"Thank you, Mr. Boudreaux." She said, beaming.

Beth watched her brother with confusion.

"Since when do you like her perfume?" She asked once Mrs. Walters was out of earshot. "And find dogs adorable? You hate dogs."

"I was just being polite, as always." He replied, brushing off her questions.

"Sure, but you've never complimented something you didn't like before."

"Beth, I have a surprise for you tomorrow." Alastor said, changing the subject. "I've arranged for Rosie to take you to the aquarium and the fudge shop."

"Really?! That's amazing! I've always wanted to go—wait, why?"

"No reason. I just wanted to be nice."

"What's going on? Is it time for my vaccines? A dentist appointment?"

"Neither. I just thought you'd enjoy it."

"Oh... okay. But what will you do while I'm gone?"

"Oh, Charlie and I will clean the house and run a few errands. We didn't want to burden you with a boring day."

He wasn't lying; Beth could sense that much. Just as he could always tell when she was being dishonest. But even so, she couldn't help but feel that there was something more to what he was saying.

"Well you go on to school and have a wonderful day."

He kissed her cheek and left her by the front door of the school, practically dancing away. His step was giddy, his eyes were a glow, and there was a song in his word.

"Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay,
My, oh, my, what a wonderful day.
Plenty of sunshine headin' my way,
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!"

"Good morning, Niffty." He said, bumping into her as she was buying flowers.

"Good morning, Alastor! How are you today?" She asked him.

"Oh, I'm just fine and dandy—more than fine, actually."

"Clearly." She giggled. "What's got you in such a good mood? Did Rosie give you a raise?"

"No, I'm just really happy. By the way, how much do those flowers cost?"

"These daffodils are about ten dollars a bouquet. But you know, daffodils symbolize friendship. If you're looking to buy flowers for a special lady." She said with a raised eyebrow and a smile, "I'd recommend something more romantic—like roses, tulips, carnations, orchids, or peonies. Just a thought."

"I'll keep that in mind." He said as he continued on his way.

"Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay,
My, oh, my, what a wonderful day."

Then he spotted Angel walking Fat Nuggets down the street.

"Angel!" He cheered running toward him. "Angel, dance with me buddy!"

"Huh?"

He grabbed his flamboyant longtime friend and twirled him into a playful waltz.

"Alastor, please! Not in front of Nugsy." Angel protested, bewildered. "And you're a rotten lead by the way."