After dinner, Alex took Norris for a walk in the courtyard to aid digestion.
Winter had passed and spring had arrived, and even in Los Angeles, an American city, life was bursting forth.
Evelyn's villa in this neighborhood was massive, boasting the largest garden in the entire community. The trees she had planted were now in bloom.
In the quiet night, a Queen of the Night flower, planted by Evelyn in the evening primrose flower bed, silently bloomed. It exuded a delicate fragrance in the breeze.
Norris squatted down, her head lowered as she watched the crystal-clear little flower with its pure white petals, rejoicing in its life in the cool air.
"You're in luck," said Alex, standing behind her. "My aunt planted them three or four years ago and never managed to catch one blooming."
Norris smiled, raising her hand to touch the slightly damp petals. The flower had bloomed early, but it was still so beautiful.
It made her feel that life was truly a wonderful thing.
