Doing as I’m told, I close my eyes, eager to see what he found. My eyes don’t have to be opened to know he’s gotten closer. I can just feel him—sense him. “Open.” His voice is much closer. My eyes flutter open, focusing on what he holds in his hands. “A marigold,” I whisper, marveling at the vibrant flower clutched tenderly between his thumb and pointer finger. I look at him, silently asking if I can take it. He nods, handing the flower over to me. “I didn’t know we had any here.” He shrugs. “I guess we do now.”
Seems awfully convenient!!
