CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FORTY-ONE
The front door closed. Heather set about making a pot of tea. She set it on the counter to steep.
Jeraine slid out of their area. He was dressed in a modern silk suit with a white starched shirt and some expensive shoes. His tie was in his hand.
“Can you help?” Jeraine asked. He held the tie out the room.
Heather came over to tie his tie. She smiled at him and did one last straighten.
“You look nice,” Heather said.
Nervous, Jeraine just nodded.
“Did you make this?” Jeraine asked, gesturing to the tea pot.
“For you,” Heather said.
Jeraine smiled. He poured a cup of tea for himself and for Tanesha, who came out just as her cup was full. Tanesha was dressed in a dressing gown and a silken robe.
“You’ve been running,” Mike said to Tanesha while she was drinking her tea.
“Hey, don’t look at her,” Jeraine said in mock irritation.
“No disrespect meant,” Mike said with a grin. “I’m not hitting on your woman.”
“You’d better not,” Jeraine said.
“Just ignore him. I’ve been running, swimming, lifting,” Tanesha said. “I’m on my feet all day at the hospital, too.”
“I just. . . seeing people gasping for air,” Tanesha said with a shake of her head. “I realized that every breath is precious. So, I feel a need to keep moving.”
“I understand,” Mike said. “You want to go trail running while I’m back? I mean, we have to go to LA today, but we’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Sunday?” Tanesha asked, looking off in the near distance. “I’m not working.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Mike said. “Go to the mountains, some place high.”
“Cooper?” Tanesha asked.
Heather filled Tanesha’s mug with tea and put the rest of the pot in a travel mug with some cream.
“That’s 10, 000 feet,” Mike said. “Talk about gasping for air.”
“My point,” Tanesha said. She swallowed down her tea.
“I’m in,” Mike said.
Tanesha turned to Jeraine, she asked, “Do you want me to come with you?”
“Nah,” Jeraine said. “I’ll be okay.”
“I’m going as your bodyguard,” Mike said.
“You?” Jeraine asked.
The men laughed.
“Are you ready, princess?” Mike asked.
Swallowing hard, Jeraine gave a nod. He and Mike headed out toward the door.
“We have masks,” Mike yelled back to them.
The door opened and closed.
“Did you drug the kids?” Blane asked.
“Absolutely not!” Tanesha said.
“Where are they?” Blane asked.
“They are playing quietly in Jabari’s room,” Heather said. “They fell asleep while they were playing and woke up to play some more.”
“Should we change diapers?” Blane asked.
“I already checked,” Tanesha said. “They’re okay.”
“Even our littlest baby is growing up,” Heather said.
“Yea!” Blane said.
The women gave him an unreadable look.
“Not yea?” Blane asked.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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