“It’s not my fault,” Pops said looking out the kitchen window at the garden.
The sun shone bright on a clear, cold morning. Coffee brewed on the counter. Its aromatic smell wafted through the kitchen.
“Not your fault?” mom questioned. “I think that it was you who put them out.”
“It was warm,” Pops offered with a shrug. “I can’t control the weather.”
“A few seventy degree days in February doesn’t mean winter is over.” Mom pointed a sideways glare at dad.
He shrugged again and poured two cups full of freshly brewed coffee. “Well, you never know.”
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