CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and FIFTY-FIVE
As if it was whispered in his ear, Seth heard very clearly:
“Don’t leave me O’Malley. I love you.”
“Did you hear that?” Seth asked.
“She’s a total babe, brother,” Saul said. “How do you always manage to get the babes?”
“She seems so young,” Seth said. “I don’t have any idea what I was thinking.”
“Oh Seth,” Silas said. “She loves you. Who cares how old she is?”
“You’re not her father. It’s not your job to make sure she finds an age appropriate mate,” Saul said. “Do you love her?”
“I gave her Mom’s ring,” Seth said.
“The one she always wore?” Saul asked. “Wow.”
“Then who cares?” Silas asked. “When you get here, the only thing that matters is the people you loved and those who loved you back. All that other stuff – money, age, gender, color, whatever – don’t matter. Only love.”
“How do you always get the babes?” Saul asked. “That girl you met at Eastman was flaming hot. She was my… inspiration for years.”
Saul blushed to his ears. Silas squealed with laughter. Seth shook his head at his brothers. Despite himself, he had to laugh.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…