CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and SIXTY-THREE
“Disgusted,”Sandysaid. “Exhausted. I wish it would just go away. I feel like I need a vacation from our vacation.”
The women laughed.
“Aden wants me to spend the afternoons ‘recovering.’ That’s what he says,” Sandy said. “At this rate, I need the afternoons to do laundry.”
“I feel kind of guilty. She helps me so much. She cleans up after our piggy kids and even fills the fridge. She’s wonderful,” Sandy said.
“You need help,” Heather said.
“Especially with this legal storm brewing,” Tanesha said.
“Could you guys be my best friends?” Valerie chuckled.
“Sure,” Heather and Tanesha smiled at Valerie.
“I think that Jeraine is very sexy,” Valerie said. “And when he sings?”
She fanned her face and gave them a dramatic sigh. Sandy and Heather laughed while Tanesha scowled.
“There’s Dad,” Valerie said. She waved to Sam. “I’d better go. If you need any help with this, Sandy, you let me know. I’m available on Wednesday too. I’ll be there!”
“Thanks,”Sandy said. Valerie touched Sandy’s shoulder and moved over to the men grouped around the conference phone.
“How are you?” Heather asked.
“I think it’s good to have everything out on the table,” Tanesha said. “You can grieve and move on.”
“What are you going to do about…?” Heather nodded her head toward Sissy and Charlie.
“Talk to them, ” Sandy said. “See if they need counseling. I don’t think there’s much else we can do.”
“Do you think that’s why they’ve had so much trouble?” Heather asked.
“Trouble seems to be our way of life,” Sandy said.
“Well, they have a great chance now,” Tanesha said.
“Just like you!” Heather said. “I’m excited for medical school.”
“I know!” Tanesha said. “Three more weeks. I can’t believe it!”
“And Jeraine is still going?” Sandy asked.
Heather and Sandy laughed.
“May I join you?” Anjelika asked.
“Of course,” Sandy said. “We’re just laughing at Tanesha’s hatred for the love of her life.”
“I have a lot of experience with that,” Anjelika smiled at Tanesha. “Hurts like hell and feels wonderful.”
Tanesha’s head jerked toward the woman. She’d always thought of Anjelika as the spoiled, Russian princess mother of her friend Jill. They shared a long, assessing look before Tanesha gave a slight nod and looked away.
“Mack is such a beautiful baby,” Anjelika said. “May I?”
She held her arms out. Heather placed the sleeping baby in her arms.
“It’s such a joy to hold babies,” Anjelika said. “When we travel through Central America, I go to the orphanages to hold the babies. They are so sweet and lost. It’s a real joy.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing Rachel tomorrow,” Anjelika said. “I’m going to be in the nursery this week to help with the transition.”
“You are?” Sandy asked.
“Of course,” Anjelika laughed at Sandy’s surprise. ”You sound relieved.”
“Relieved? At the very least,” Sandy said. “You’ll let me know if anything’s wrong?”
“Of course,” Anjelika said. “But there won’t be. Rachel’s going to be fine. Soon, she’ll be making friends. Mack here has already romanced all the six month olds and is working his way through the one year olds.”
The women laughed.
“I wanted to talk to you about Sissy,” Anjelika said.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…