A Taste of Spring

Chapter 15

Two weeks after

DATE FOUR

Mr. Oliver lifted his cup to his mouth and took a drink. Sunlight reflected off his glasses as he slightly lowered his head, pulled the cup away from his mouth, and sat it on the table with a shaky hand.

"So, you are Summer's little sister?"

Spring smiled. She and Mr. Oliver spoke for over thirty minutes already. He talked about his wife mostly and she talked about...Dezmond. He was all she could think about still, a little over two weeks later, so she shared. What they didn't discuss yet was who she was.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry she wasn't able to keep your date."

"If she had, I wouldn't have gotten to meet you." He winked. "How is she feeling?"

Spring moved her stirrer around in her coffee. "Better. She should be out and about within a day or so. She just didn't want to risk your health."

"Mrs. Waltman, please..."

Spring looked past Mr. Oliver to where a nurse was running after a woman who was presumably Mrs. Waltman.

is a runner," Mr. Oliver said, looking over

Spring said then laughed.

at how many residents here can. Pudding nights, it's

again as she imagined elderly men and women run amuck at bedtime because they were hopped up on pudding. By the way, Mrs. Waltman dodged the nurse,

may I ask how

She was going by the name of Brittney. You see, my wife Clara passed a couple of years before then and

me to take up dancing with her when she was alive. I needed a partner and I had no friends, so I decided to hire a partner. Your sister and I danced together every other week for three months. The first dance class of

told me all

shrugged. "Do you tell her

her

his leg. "That was two years ago," he said. "I don't dance much anymore. But Summer still visits every

a drop of water hit her arm. She raised her chin and moved her head back to look up into

you push,"

The sky opened up as she ran, pushing

you," Spring said to a woman holding towels

young one,"

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