When he entered the room, Simon Hall noticed the violets were far thicker on the wallpaper than they had originally been meant to be. He smiled. "Hello, Melanie," he said quietly. The whisper of shifting vents answered and Simon found himself feeling a little more content. He knew why, and that reason didn't bother him.
The recliner leaned back as he sat down, and the stereo turned itself on and Yvonne Elliman started singing.
"Thank you, schaetzchen."
Mel liked a quiet afternoon with Dad.
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