Chapter hundred

Bryan followed Uncle Williams through the garden, the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth filling his nostrils. They reached a small clearing, where Jenkins, the old gardener, was tending to a bed of roses. Jenkins looked up, his weathered face creasing into a surprised expression.

“Jenkins," Bryan called out first to the old man who had a pair of sheaves in hand and a small watering can.

“Bryan?" The old man asked with wide eyes.

"It's me, old man,” Bryan said warmly and chuckled.

"Bryan! I hadn't expected to see you again so soon!" Jenkins exclaimed, his voice gruff but warm.

Bryan smiled, feeling a sense of ease wash over him. "Jenkins! It's great to see you again. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by."

Jenkins' eyes narrowed slightly, as if sizing Bryan up. "Well, well, well. Look at you, all grown up. I remember when you were just a lad, running around the garden, getting into mischief."

Uncle Williams watched the exchange with interest, a hint of a smi
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