Chapter I

It had been a year since Morbin was finally defeated. Picket had a meeting with Smalls. He found him in his office looking over some papers. He knocked on the door. Smalls looked up.

“Picket, please come in. I hear that you want to meet with me, and that it’s urgent. Come. sit down!” Picket walked in, and sat down in one of the chairs.

“You know how much I love your sister, right?” Smalls nods. “I care a lot about her, and I was wondering if you would give me your consent to marry her.”

Smalls was quiet for a little bit. “I will give you my consent. You two are perfect for each other.” Picket and Smalls shook hands.

“Thank you, Smalls.” Picket said with a smile on his face.

“When are you thinking of asking her?”

“I haven’t planned for that. How are you and Heather doing? Do you two have any plans

for the future?” He grins.

“That's kind of what I was wanting to talk with you about. I love your sister dearly, and I am wanting to share a life with her. May I have your consent to marry her?”

“Smalls, I think everyone knows you two were meant for each other. Of course I will give you my consent. I wish you two the best!”

“And to you too!” They shook hands. Then Picket said, “I have to go tend to my garden. Who ever thought I would turn out to be a farmer?” They both laughed. “See you later.” When Picket had reached his garden, he found Heather there.

“Hi Heather!”

“Oh, Picket. I didn’t see you there. How did your meeting go with Smalls? Did he give you his consent?”

“Yes, he did. How did you know about the meeting?”

Heather smiled. “I have my ways. Picket, I am so happy for you. I wish the best for you both.

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