After dessert, Mr. Winslow rose from his chair. With a gentle smile, he said to Nathaniel, "Nate, care to join me for a walk in the garden? I find it helps with my digestion."
Nathaniel blinked for a moment, surprised by the invitation. Then, he nodded quickly, "Of course, sir. I'd be glad to accompany you."
Elsie threw Nathaniel a subtle look as he stood, encouraging but mildly anxious. Lorianne was still with Mrs. Winslow, growing sleepy as she listened to her grandmother's lull of a voice.
Nathaniel followed Mr. Winslow to the garden outside. Countless whats swirled in his mind, realizing the older man certainly would talk about Elsie and Lorianne.
The moment Nathaniel and Mrs. Winslow stepped beyond the threshold, the crisp night air greeted them. The breeze carried the scent of soil, fallen leaves and something floral.
