CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED and TEN
Thursday morning — 10:45 a.m. MT
Chatting with Yvonne, Dionne pulled her Cadillac sedan to the stop sign at Fillmore Street and 16th Avenue.
“Are you going to be all right this afternoon?” she turned around in her seat to look at Jeraine.
“You’re talking to me?” Jeraine asked. “I’m confused because I don’t think you’ve said a word to me all morning.”
“Don’t be like that,” Yvonne said from the passenger’s seat. “We’re catching up.”
“What did I tell you son? Don’t get in the way of a woman…”
“… and her friends,” Jeraine said. “Yes, that advice serves me to this day.”
“I bet it does,” Dionne laughed.
“My Tanni has some good friends,” Yvonne laughed.
Jeraine laughed. He leaned forward to kiss his mother’s cheek. He gave Yvonne’s cheek a quick kiss for good measure.
“You’ll call if you get sick,” Dionne said.
“I’ll call,” Jeraine said. “Have fun.”
“Oh, we will,” Yvonne smiled.
Jeraine leaned back in the seat for a moment. Dionne watched him in the rearview mirror.
“Get out of my car,” Dionne said after a few minutes.
Laughing, Jeraine hopped out.
“Where do we go next?” Yvonne asked.
“We have a lot to get done!” Dionne said. “You need a dress and flowers and… You got Rodney’s credit card?”
“Tanni gave me one with her name on it,” Yvonne said. “And cash.”
“Good,” Dionne said. “I got Bumpy to agree that I should have anything I want.”
The back door to her sedan opened and Yvonne gave a startled yelp. Delphie slipped in the back followed by Maresol.
“Where are we going?” Delphie asked.
“We’re counting our funds,” Dionne said. “Ladies?”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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