Chapter Forty-Three

~ Jameson ~

I’m completely enthralled by how Nikki takes in everything with wide-eyed wonderment.

I’d forgotten how to do that over the years. Or, more accurately, I’d become desensitized. Possibly, I’d succumbed to a “no need to smell the roses along the way, because I’ve already smelled them previously… And I don’t have time to do it again.

However, I’m learning—because of Nikki—that yesterday’s roses aren’t the same as today’s roses. Though, I really shouldn’t be surprised, because she does keep turning the tables on me. The woman does not lack for ingenuity or sensitivity. And I’m finding a profound statement in that critical aspect to her.

So much so, I’m reaching a juncture where I want to express how much I appreciate her whimsy, but also her very serious take on my organization and its generational concept. A key concept.

Meaning, I’m chomping at the bit to present to her my very specific request.

Conversely… Timing is definitely something to consider. Yes, it’s also of the es