Standing on the porch for now, Paul smiled inwardly as he noticed Jemma perform a double-take at the flowers all around her.  She opted to remain silent about it, however, but she had to have known that he had absolutely nothing to do with the spike in color.  It really did help in making his house seem more pleasant and presentable.<br/><br/>While she began to speak, she casually strolled away from the porch, straddling the boundaries of his front yard.  It was as if they were doing laps.  Jemma would occasionally pause for air, but then dove right back into what she felt necessary in telling him.  Paul’s gut instinct said she was venting, and it was quite alright for him to just listen.<br/><br/>Twenty or so minutes later, Paul stood where his driveway met the sidewalk.  Standing by the driver’s side door to her car, Jemma waved goodbye before getting in and buckling up.  He waved back, and watched as she drove away.  Only when her car disappeared from his sightlines did he turn to head back inside.<br/><br/>Door locked behind him, he looked at Charlette on the recliner and the wall clock behind her.  “Oh, hey,” he stated, “will you look at that?  Time for me to start dinner.”  Paul smiled at her as he stole a quick glance at the TV to see what part the movie was currently displaying.  He shuffled off toward the kitchen without another word.