76 Discussion with the Prodigy

In the hushed confines of Flora's living room, Aunt Celia curiously peered from her hiding spot as Flora allowed Jackson inside. She had overheard the brief exchange at the door and couldn't resist the urge to find out who this unexpected visitor was. As Jackson stepped into the living room, Aunt Celia emerged from her discreet vantage point, her eyes sharp and questioning. "Who is this?" she asked, addressing Flora directly. Flora, caught off guard, hesitated for a moment. She hadn't shared the details of the previous night's encounter with Aunt Celia, and part of her wanted to keep it that way. "Uh, Aunt Celia, this is Jackson," she introduced, keeping her tone casual. Aunt Celia raised an eyebrow, studying Jackson with a discerning gaze. "Jackson?" she repeated, her curiosity evident. "Why haven't I heard about him before?" Flora glanced at Jackson, silently urging him to play along with the sparse information she had provided. "He's, um, just someone I met recen