The sound of an old truck pulling up could be heard, and if one looked out the window they would see a big old fashioned red pick up truck. The back full of varying tools and an old hunting dog crate covered by a tarp hiding the contents inside. Jon turning off the engine and exiting. “Jervs? Ya alrigh’? I’m here ta get’cha!”
Jervis, of course, is not alright. His fiancé has left him after finding out about what he did. Deserved, of course.
The blond man, eyes, nose, and lips red and puffy from crying, is already out on the porch, fully dressed.
"I'm not alright, but I'm ready to go. You need to show me your garden, after all."