Sunday morning arrived quiet and cool, with soft sunlight slipping through the kitchen curtains. Lyn stretched and walked out to the garden before breakfast, just as she did every morning now.
The chrysanthemum had grown another leaf overnight, ten in all. "Ten leaves, and five days until John comes," she called back toward the house, smiling.
Linda stepped onto the porch with a cup of tea in hand. "Five days," she repeated, shaking her head gently. "It feels like both a long time and no time at all."
After breakfast, the two of them turned their attention to the guest room. Linda dusted the low table by the window while Lyn folded fresh sheets for the futon, smoothing each corner with care.
Star walked in and out of the room, sniffing at the folded blankets as if checking them herself. Pinkysan curled up on the warm windowsill, watching the quiet work with half-closed eyes.
"We should pick a few chrysanthemums for the room, once they bloom," Lyn said, glancing at the plant through the window. "Mrs. Oda would like that, I think."
Linda smiled and set a small empty vase on the low table, ready for the day the flowers opened. "A little color always makes a room feel warmer," she said, wiping the windowsill one more time.
By early afternoon, the room looked ready: a fresh futon, folded blankets, and the little vase on the table. Linda stepped back and nodded, satisfied. "Just a few small things left," she said.
They spent the rest of the afternoon on the veranda, drinking tea and watching the maple leaves outside turn a little redder than the day before.
"Five days," Lyn said again, almost to herself, as Star rested her head on her knee and Pinkysan dozed nearby in a patch of sun.
(To be continued)