“I met your gardener,” I found myself saying as I made my way back to him.
“Oh, yeah?” He asked, seemingly unphased and uninterested.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “He told me something strange though.”
“What did he say?”
I was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to work this; he glanced at me sideways but only for a moment.
“He told me that you are an old man,” I blurted. “That to him, you appeared to be in your 80s or 90s.”
He was quiet and his expression was unreadable.
“It’s true, isn’t it…” I breathed, staring at him with wide eyes. “You did something to his mind to make him see you that way.”
“Yes,” he answered simply. “It was the easiest solution at the time.”
“You can control minds…” it wasn’t a question.
“I simply alter his perception,” he answered.
“So, the way
