A year had passed since Tony and and his mother moved to the countryside and life had been peaceful and profound for them. Sara had opened up a fragrance shop and sold the perfumes she'd bought in bulks to the local ladies. Teenage boys also bought perfumes with a more woody scent and enjoyed the attention the girls gave them.
Tony on the other hand hadn't done anything significant with his life. Once in a while, he'd go to town to visit his friend and run a few errands for his mother. And he'd gained the nickname, Paper Bag Boy both in town and in the countryside but he didn't mind and even liked the name, often writing it on the paper bags he wore.
"Tony, I'm not feeling well today so I won't be making dinner so cook whatever but don't waste food." said Sara before rushing to her room.
