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He felt a strange jolt. It was more reliable than his school bell. More honest than the buffering wheel on his game.

She leaned close, her eyes narrowing. “No,” she whispered. “It’s waiting.” petunia bloom time

The next morning, Leo’s mother called. His father, who had been sick for a long time—a quiet, steady man who always fixed the broken step and never complained—had taken a sudden turn. The hospice nurse was on her way. Leo’s mother’s voice was a thin wire of held-back tears. “Come home, Leo.” He felt a strange jolt