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When Mellors comes, back the house is quiet. Walker is away, working in the greenhouse to tend his plants and get them ready for the transfer outdoors as soon as the weather settles.
The cats are playing on the floor, batting and chasing something, and he stoops to check what they’ve found to play with. Acorns, he realizes, picking up two and earning himself an annoyed hiss from Hendrix.
Mellors studies the two acorns, remembering how he has always been told by the old folks that acorns are magical and that they bring luck.
He knows his luck comes from the trees, that is why he loves them and guards them well, so his fingers close protectively over the two acorns.
One for him and one for Walker, he thinks, smiling to himself as he puts them in a pottery bowl on a high shelf where they can watch over them and bring them luck.
The cats are playing on the floor, batting and chasing something, and he stoops to check what they’ve found to play with. Acorns, he realizes, picking up two and earning himself an annoyed hiss from Hendrix.
Mellors studies the two acorns, remembering how he has always been told by the old folks that acorns are magical and that they bring luck.
He knows his luck comes from the trees, that is why he loves them and guards them well, so his fingers close protectively over the two acorns.
One for him and one for Walker, he thinks, smiling to himself as he puts them in a pottery bowl on a high shelf where they can watch over them and bring them luck.
