When I got home, my mom had already prepared dinner, and my dad was tinkering with the plants in the yard. Seeing Jones and me return, he waved, "Jones, can you check out this tree for me?"
Jones immédiately stepped forward to investigate with my dad. He was a doctor, but not a botanist of any sort, and my dad loved to ask questions that were way out of his field of knowledge.
Fortunately, Jones was very patient with those inquiries. No matter what my dad asked, he seriously studied it alongside him.
My parents were increasingly pleased with Jones. Their only concern was that I wasn't going to be able to have children anymore. If I did end up with Jones, that would have meant sacrificing his chance of having a family.
"All right, enough with the tree! Come in and eat!" my mom called out after she finished cooking.
My dad and Jones washed their hands and joined us at the table.
