84-Thanksgiving Day

Mid-August, morning.

"Do you think this vase of flowers would fit here?"

A bouquet of fresh roses dripping with dew was placed in a glass vase, red and white, in full bloom under the summer sun.

Letitia walks from the upstairs bedroom to the downstairs living room with the half-filled vase, hesitant about where to put it: "Should I put it in his room?"

Samuel was washing dishes in the kitchen and turned around, surprised, "Why roses? He's still young, it feels too mature ...... Why not put a few daisies or something to decorate the house?"

Letitia came over with a vase of flowers and leaned against the kitchen door frame, her face not quite right behind the roses: "Samuel, when you proposed to me in the rose garden, I didn't think the roses were very mature either? Have you forgotten already?"

The full name is 50 percent likely to be a precursor to a family crisis, and Samuel's heart thudded as he hastily wiped his hands clean: "No, I haven't. How could I forget? I ...... am just curi