Sunflowers and Honey Bees
He used to talk about the first time he saw me standing in the garden outside of Madame Dubose's. I was wearing a yellow sundress, my shoulders bared, and the sun shining around me much like the halo my wheat-blonde hair casted around my shoulders. His friends all said terrible things about my looks. The way he imitates his friend Robbie is almost worth laughing about if it weren't for what he said. He would finish the story every single time with his play-by-play rendition of how he punched him in the mouth for even saying such a thing, in which I would playfully swoon as if I were a damsel in distress and her hero had come to save her.