CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FORTY
“Maggie?” Mack asked. “Why are you mad?”
“He has powers,” Tres said under his breath to Jeraine.
Jeraine gave a slow nod.
Maggie started to sob. Mack went to his friend and hugged her while she talked and cried. Tres made out that her mother went back to work today and her father thought he might not be home tonight and her best friends weren’t playing with her and her hair was lumpy and Tink was mad at her and she’d done something terrible by coming here and she was alone this morning and. . . On and on the tiny child went. She was so grief-stricken that even Tink’s justifiable anger eased.
When Maggie was calmer, Mack stepped back. He looked up at Tres and Jeraine.
“Can Maggie come inside?” Mack asked. He looked up at Tink. “T’nk?”
Mack held out his hand and a golden apple appeared in his palm. Without hesitation, Tink took the apple and bit into it.
“Th-nks,” Tink said with a full mouth.
Smiling at his big sister, Mack nodded. Tink picked him up with one arm while holding the apple in the other.
“May as well come inside,” Tink said. “I need to change anyway.”
She finished eating the apple and held it out to Mack. He blew on it. The apple core flew across the cement path and landed in the dirt. Everyone watched in awe as a tree grew — from sprout to five feet — where the apple’s core had landed.
“I wondered where those were coming from,” Tres said.
“Mama said we could move them if there’s too many,” Mack said.
“Your mama’s brilliant,” Tres said, giving the boy a warm smile.
Tink smirked at Tres. Jabari held his hand out to Maggie and they all went inside the cool house.
“Can I see your new bedrooms?” Maggie asked.
“This way!” Jabari said.
Maggie ran after Jabari. Tink set Mack down, and he ran off after the other children.
“Well,” Tink said as she walked past the men. “Any idea where my dad is?”
“Blane’s in his acupuncture studio,” Tres said. “I’ll keep an eye on the kids if you want to talk with him.”
“Thanks, funky-dad,” Tink said.
Tres grinned and watched her head inside.
“Funky-dad?” Jeraine asked with a raise of the eyebrows.
“She wanted to call me fuck-dad,” Tres said.
Jeraine laughed, and Tres smiled. There was another knock at the door. Tres went to watch the kids while Jeraine dealt with the movers. Another load of possessions was coming from the storage.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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