“That’s exactly why Ma’am Keith wanted a fountain like that.”
“Is that weird? Or just coincidence?”
“It’s either of the two. I’ll contact the pottery to order us a fountain pot, what would you like them made of?”
“I’d prefer a wooden pot and varnished. And could you put some sort of glowing stone on the pot, I think it would look good if the water shines from the bottom, don’t you think?”
“I think It’s good too. I’ll ask them if they have some of those glowing stones you’re asking, Ma’am.”
Jose replied and quickly took out his phone then called a number as he walked out of the garden and out of the house, headed to the pottery shop. While Claire remained inside the garden, the gardener’s words echoed inside her ear as she stared at the cascading water in the fountain.
~That’s exactly
