CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED and FIFTEEN
(part two)
Friday mid-day — 12:45 p.m.
“Hi,” Jill said when Jacob came in the loft. She’d been reading by the gas fireplace in their living area. “What are you doing home?”
“Making sure you didn’t run off with some prince,” he smiled and she laughed.
“Would you like lunch?” She got up to hug him. He kissed her and they held each other. “Lunch?”
“Sure.”
“Why are you here?” she asked.
“Oh right,” Jacob smiled. “You wipe every thought from my head.”
She smiled and walked to the kitchen.
“The stained glass guy left a message saying the windows were done,” Jacob said.
“Jim?” Jill asked. “I didn’t know we had any orders out with him.”
“That’s what I said when I called him back,” Jacob said. “It’s for the chapel.”
“The chapel?” Jill asked. “Wow, I forgot all about it.”
“Me too,” he said. “I mean, it’s gone back together one tiny piece at a time.
“Floors, walls, light fixtures…” Jill counted on her hands. “Wow, I guess you’re right. I guess I thought you had more to do there.”
“I thought you had more to do there,” Jacob said. “And it was one thing after another, one more thing to wait for.”
“Crazy,” Jill shook her head. “Sandwich? Soup? Salad? What sounds good?”
“You?” Jacob smiled. She hugged him.
“I thought Jim was coming,” Jill said.
“Jim came and went,” Jacob said. “I’ve never seen a team put in windows so fast. They put them in, added the extra pane to support and protect the new windows, and were gone in less than a half hour.”
“I’ll call Rosa and ask her to clean,” Jill said.
“Rosa was waiting for me in the kitchen,” Jacob said. “Delphie called. Told her that I needed her help. She’s cleaning the chapel right now and…”
“MJ and Honey’s home,” Jill said. “We’re done with that too?”
“By tonight,” Jacob said. “I just have to put the showerheads on.”
“Wow,” Jill said. “They’ll be thrilled.”
“Rosa’s cleaning there too,” Jacob said. “I asked her to put sheets on the beds and towels. They should be able to sleep there tonight.”
“Just in time for their baby,” Jill said. “That was really nice of you.”
“I figured it was my mom who made it work out.”
“Well, you did the work.”
“I’m merely a slave to the women in my life,” Jacob bowed and Jill laughed. “You seem less miserable.”
“One week down, seven to go,” she said. “Plus, there’ll be a wedding tonight.”
“God I hope so,” Jacob said.
“How about lunch?” Jill asked.
“Sure,” Jacob said.
Jill easily made sandwiches and fruit. He carried them out to the small patio off their bathroom which overlooked the garden. For the next hour or so, they had lunch and enjoyed the day.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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