He was carefully watering each of his plants. He liked to grow green things. He was not that fond of flowers. All of his plants had a purpose. Most were herbs, some kept pests away in the tropical climates. Usually, watering his plants was the most relaxing activity of his day, but not today. He was disturbed by the gathering around the main square of Sage Gardens. Someone had thought it would be a good idea to hold a candlelight vigil for James, since he had passed so suddenly, and on his birthday. Walt did not enjoy social things. He often avoided them. He knew that most of Sage Gardens had probably gathered for the ceremony, but he had no intention of joining them. Until Samantha came walking up. “Walt, put down your watering can. We should show our respects,” Samantha said as she paused in front of his garden. “I'd really rather not, Samantha,” Walt said with a frown. “I didn't know James all that well, and there are a lot of people.” “Walt, you have to come out of your shell sometime,”
