#Chapter82

JASON

The night sky and backyard gardens were inky with a few marks of a glow from various stars. The lively smell of my mother's flowers danced around us. She took pride in her work of art. Gardening was her speciality. A faint echo of the music played from the house's continuing festivities.

"So how are you?" My mother placed a hand onto my shoulder.

"The 'how are you' questions again." I chuckled.

"I am your mother. I should always be concerned for my babies."

"Babies?" I escorted her over to a nearby stoned bench that overlooked the marble fountain.

"Oh so you and Keira are too old to...