Evelyn was watering the flower beds as she always did. It was a sunny day, and she felt her frail skin growing warm from it. She recalled her younger days in the back of her head. She looked up as a shade covered her. It was the farmer with a parasol. She smiles up at them.

Evelyn: "Why thank you, dear. I should reapply my sunscreen. I burn up easier than I used to." She chuckles as she looks back down at her flowers. She gently snips a tulip and holds it up for them.