96 Aunt Celia’s Decision

Over the wide expanse of the yard, with the sun bathing Flora, Aunt Celia, and Jackson in its comforting embrace as they settled into a cozy spot, surrounded by the tranquility of the morning. The air was filled with the gentle hum of nature, punctuated by the occasional chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. For a while, a serene silence enveloped them, each lost in their own thoughts, content to simply bask in the peacefulness of the moment. Aunt Celia, who had been earlier engaged in a phone call, finally took a seat beside Flora, a curious expression on her face as she turned to Jackson. "I tried calling you earlier," she began, her tone gentle yet inquisitive. "But you didn't pick up. Was it because you were already here?" Jackson nodded, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he recalled the earlier events. "That's exactly what happened," he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement. "I had just arrived at the gate when Flora called you to