CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and NINETY-TWO
(part two)

Heather shrugged.

“Right,” Jill said. “Delphie says ‘The heart wants what the heart wants.’ I’m glad things turned out this way. I’m glad my heart wants this now.”

“My heart’s really happy too,” Heather said.

“And Tres?” Jill smiled. Heather blushed.

“I mean, poor Tanesha,” Heather’s eyes insisted on avoiding the topic of Tres Sierra. Jill smiled. “She keeps saying that as long as she has school, everything is all right. It seems to be helping them.”

“She’s not allowing herself to get to too dependent. It’s probably smart.”

“It’s funny though,” Heather said. “When I see them together, like this morning, they’re the picture of love. He can’t take his eyes off her and she radiates a joy she doesn’t have when he’s not here.”

“They’ve always been like that,” Jill said.

“I know,” Heather nodded.

The women fell silent while they drank their coffee.

“How’s Valerie?” Heather asked.

“Crazy,” Jill said. “She’s with Samantha. They were trying to decide what she should wear when she delivers. She’s in labor, right? And she’s trying on different outfits with her best friend. I had to leave because it was too surreal. Mike’s beside himself. He went for a run with Jake.”

“Sounds weird,” Heather said. “Was she mad we didn’t get all the cleaning done last night?”

“No,” Jill said. “You remember our housekeeping goddess, Rosa? She came early this morning right after you left. She looked at the space and made some calls. It’s now pristinely clean and they’re arguing over whether to paint the walls today or wait.”

Heather smiled.

“What I don’t get is who is going to deliver this baby?” Jill asked. “Tanesha’s agreed to help, but she could really get in trouble if something bad happens.”

“Why doesn’t she have Camila help her?” Heather asked.

“Camila?” Jill asked.

“She’s the mid-wife Blane works with,” Heather said.

“She’s the mid-wife Blane works with,” Jill repeated. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” Heather asked.

“Know what?”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

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