“You ought to water your chrysanthemums more.” He tells me. “Before they wither up completely.”
“You can call them ‘mums’” I say. “No need to be so formal.” But I get a leftover Thornton’s Big Gulp cup full of tap water, and I slowly pour the water through the dried out potting soil. Sure enough, the next day, the flowers have a little more color, they are perky before I finish my morning coffee. Today, I brew extra and have it ready in his favorite mug.
When he talks about these things, I know he's really talking about us.
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