Chapter Six Hundred and Thirty-two: Can you call those assholes?
Chapter Six Hundred and Thirty-three - It's a matter of air flow (part two)

Chapter Six Hundred and Thirty-three - It's a matter of air flow (part one)


(part one)

Sleep?” Helen asked. “What’s that?”

Sam and Tres both nodded.

“Do we know if there’s a way to do this safely?” Sam asked.

Helen gave him a long look.

“I don’t,” Helen said. “I feel ridiculous saying this. I mean, I’ve never. . .”

“Delphie says that it’s all about airflow,” Sam said. “She doesn’t know how to do it but she says that’s what we need to work on.”

“Air flow?” Helen asked. “You mean like air filters?”

Sam and Tres shrugged.

“All of our systems are new,” Helen said. “Do you think they’ll work?”

“No idea,” Tres said.

“Do we have any air people on staff?” Helen asked.

“We have a building maintenance crew,” Sam said. “They take care of all of our buildings.”

“Uh. . .” Tres said. “Give me a sec.”

Tres shook his head.

“We need someone who can design airflow through the classrooms,” Tres said. “We have people who can maintain them.”

“Shit,” Helen said.

“Now, now,” Sam said. “I’ve hired a lot of people in my time. Let me make some calls.”

“Jill’s an interior designer,” Tres said. “Or she’s in school.”

“Great point,” Sam said. “She’ll know someone.”

“Give us an hour,” Tres said. “We’ll find someone to do it.”

Helen nodded.

“What’s next?” Sam asked.

“There’s something that I hesitate to bring up,” Helen said. “I mean, it’s not such an issue for our people, but really needs to be. . .”

“We’re here to help,” Sam said. “What do you need?”

“Food,” Helen said. “The school is near a few lower income places. People aren’t working because of the pandemic. And. . .”

“You want to put together a food bank?” Tres asked.

“We can do that,” Sam said. “Easy. In a month or so, we could probably fill one from the greenhouses Delphie built.”

“She’s amazing,” Helen said.

“What’s next?” Sam asked.

“I think that’s it,” Helen said.

“You don’t look like that’s it,” Sam said.

“We can’t know what you need if you don’t tell us,” Tres said.

“I. . .” Helen said. “I hate to ask because we have this new building and it’s so much bigger than the last one and we have extra space still and . . .”

“And?” Sam asked.

“We need more space,” Helen said. “I was going to ask Jake if he could buy the lot next to the school and. . .”

“Jake and I own it,” Sam said with a nod. “It was something Celia bought along with the land the school’s on. You think we should look at doing an expansion?”

“I do,” Helen said. “What’s happening with the old building?”

“It’s empty,” Tres said. “We still own it as part of the foundation. Jake doesn’t want to sell it. So we’re looking for alternative uses. Why?”

“We may need it for day care,” Helen said. “Little kids. I mean, babies. Maybe for low income families.”

“Okay,” Sam said.

“I don’t know how this fits with our mission because it’s not Lipson people,” Helen said. “But we are a state registered school and a day care and. . .”

“Why don’t we take a look at it?” Sam asked. “If there’s a charter, it was likely written by me or Celia. Not the greatest minds in the world. We have lawyers and friends who are lawyers and lawyer friends.”

Sam nodded mostly to assure Helen that they were there to help.

“I’ll talk to Jake,” Tres said.

“What’s next?” Sam asked.

“That’s the top of the list,” Helen said.

“We’ll get to work,” Sam said and clicked off the call.

Tres raised a hand in goodbye and disappeared. A little shell shocked by the speed of the meeting, Helen waited a beat before ending the meeting and getting on with her day.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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