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Nim and Jean

It was a November morning and the air smelled like rain from last night’s storm. It was a windy Sunday morning and the

children in town took advantage of the weather. A throng of laughing children ran towards the pond. They brought with them small

wooden toy boats to race one another with whenever the wind picked up. Jullian sat at the park bench admiring a cluster of mums

that were growing right next to where he sat. They reminded him of the shipment of mums that had arrived from London yesterday

for the florist shop. The pink hue reminded Jullian of the time when his grandaughter’s face had turned a bright pink when she was

following a man that she thought was himself, however when he turned around after she kept calling Jullian’s name she was

embarrassed when Jullian was standing right behind her. Although the mums he bought were shipped and carefully taken care of,

the mums growing in the park seemed to be more beautiful. The wind started to pick up again and the children’s laughter echoed

through Jullian’s head. Cold chills were running through his aged body. He pulled the two sides of his sweater closer together and

wished he had worn that wool coat that his grandaughter had bought him. He decided he should head back home. His house wasn’t

that far away from the park. It was a matter of minutes before he would hear the nags from his grandaughter.

“Nim, why didn’t you wear the wool sweater I bought you? The weather was perfect for it,” Jean said sighing. She was

holding the sweater in her hand and a spatula in the other. Jullian couldn’t believe how quick she was to fuss with him. He hadn’t

even stepped inside the house.

“Jeannie dear, I’m fine. Besides it wasn’t even that cold outside,” he lied. “So what are you cooking? It smells delicious.”

“I’m cooking eggs, sausages and french toast,” she said beaming.