Letting Go

“So, why do you have to wear gloves when you’re planting stuff?”

Wolfe turned his head to look at Clove, who was watching his demonstration intently, alongside Mutt and Q.

Wolfe hummed slightly, leaning back from his kneeling position, “Some plants can hurt you.”

“Is it that bad?” Q asked, watching just as carefully.

Wolfe hummed again, pulling off one of his gloves to show the group his palm, “It can be very bad, especially if it gets dirty.”

Wolfe’s palm had a rather grizzly, but usually unnoticed scar, to which he continued speaking, “A rose gave me this one, if you can believe it.”

“A rose?” Q cried out, “What the fuck!”

“Language, Q.”

“Sorry dad.”

Wolfe sighed, but also smiled, “Anywho, that’s why you have to wear gloves. The one time I didn’t… I regretted it.”

“How long have you been gardening?” Clove asked, playing with a spare trowel, “A while?”

“Oh god,” Wolfe mumbled to himself as he thought back, he didn’t like how long it took him to think sometimes, “I started as a kid — not that I was very good mind you — but professionally I got into gardening when I left school at 16, so six years.”

“Six?” Q yelled out.

“Ok, don’t make me feel too old now,” Wolfe laughed.

Wolfe turned back to the plants, hissing slightly as he saw Mutt going to bite them, “Watch out!”

Mutt flinched back slightly, staring at Wolfe with wide eyes, to which he sighed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell — those aren’t edible.”

Mutt almost seemed saddened by the idea of not being able to eat the plants, to which Wolfe was quick to think, “But, our shop just got some excess basil in. I can bring it here tomorrow.”

“Some basil is gonna make our brownies taste great!” Q yelled, making the motion to high-five Clove.

“Basil is most definitely not going to make your brownies taste better,” Wolfe laughed, subconsciously giving Mutt his hand to chew on, “I can bring some more chocolate over for you two, if you’d like.”

“Best dad ever!” Q and Clove spoke in unison.

“I do try.”