Pepper pickle.

George and Linda lived at the top of the cul-de-sac.
They had a big house, and a lovely garden. I spent many hours helping
them in the garden. I learned what dill and thyme were, and hens and
chicks.
I don't remember how we became friends. But they seemed to take a
particular shine to both me and Jonathan. And we loved them.
The first time I ever saw the internet was in George's office. I
didn't understand it., but he seemed to think it was amazing. The
computers were still black with green pixels. Remember those?
Linda gave me pottery lessons. I learned how to make pinch pots, and
we even threw things on the wheel. I remember how that room smelled.
Especially when the kiln was on.
On tuesdays we would read aloud. More like, she would read. I remember
Linda crying when Prince Caspian died. There is some scene about a
thorn in Aslan's paw. She cried.
George taught me about long division when I struggled with it. Linda
taught me how to make pickled peppers. My fingers smelled sweet and
spicy for days.
We moved away when I was twelve or thirteen, and eventually lost contact.
I was heart broken when I heard that they got divorced.. I didn't
really believe it. I still don't really believe it. They are just
always ever George and Linda to me.
In the garden, George whistling.