CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FORTY-TWO
Friday evening — 9:47 p.m.
Tanesha finished her swim and floated back to the seats at the rear of the Swim spa. She was just pulling off her goggles when a towel appeared.
“Thanks,” Tanesha said. “Hang on.”
“I’ll be right here,” Delphie said.
“Good, I wanted to talk to you,” Tanesha said.
Tanesha stood to make her way out of the small pool.
“Oh?” Delphie looked surprised. “I wanted to talk with you.”
Tanesha came down from the edge of the pool and took the towel from Delphie.
“How was your swim?” Delphie asked.
“Good,” Tanesha said. “I want to get one of these, but we can’t afford it after all the house stuff.”
“Valerie doesn’t mind you using this one,” Delphie said.
“She’s lovely,” Tanesha said. “Plus, Jer’s downstairs in that ballroom testing the sound speakers. This gives me something to do. Can you hear them in the house?”
“No,” Delphie said.
“I guess that makes sense,” Tanesha said. She pulled the towel around her and tucked the ends into the wrap. “There’s a whole lot of dirt between the ballroom and the house.”
“You want to go first?” Tanesha asked.
“I was hoping to speak with you about the woman you call ‘Gran,’” Delphie said.
“You mean my non-grandmother?” Tanesha asked. “Brr, can we go inside?”
“Absolutely,” Delphie said.
Tanesha pulled off her swimming cap as they walked through the door to the kitchen.
“I warmed up some dinner for you,” Delphie said.
“Uh oh,” Tanesha said. “Trying to soften the blow.”
Delphie gave Tanesha a soft smile.
“I guess so,” Delphie said.
“How bad is it?” Tanesha asked.
“She only has a day or so left,” Delphie said. “I was hoping to talk to Fin about having her partner return, but I never seem to catch him.”
“They’re having some drama at home,” Tanesha said. “He’s either working in the hospital with me or dealing with bullshit at home. That’s why Abi’s not around.”
“Could you ask him?” Delphie asked.
“I will as soon as we’re done,” Tanesha said.
“Good,” Delphie said. “How is Jabari?”
“You know how Jabari is because he’s here with Maggie and Mack,” Tanesha said.
“Yes, I guess I do,” Delphie said. “It’s a shame about Annette.”
“It really is,” Tanesha said. “I will never understand why people throw their lives away out of stubbornness.”
Delphie nodded. Tanesha poked around on her plate before taking a bite. Realizing she was starving, she started eating in earnest.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” Delphie asked.
“Oh, right,” Tanesha said. “Sorry. This pasta is really good.”
“I’m glad your house is still coming for dinner,” Delphie said. “Nelson made steak and Blane made this pasta. He made the sauce from scratch.”
“I was at the hospital,” Tanesha shrugged. “This is wonderful. I’m so lucky.”
“We all are,” Delphie nodded.
“Did Jer eat?” Tanesha asked.
“That’s why everyone came over,” Delphie said. “His dad and Seth came to. We had dinner and then they went to. . . what do they call it?”
“Jam,” Tanesha said.
“Like apricot,” Delphie said.
Delpie’s eyes danced with laughter. Tanesha grinned. She set her fork down.
“Listen, I wondered if you would like to participate in a vaccine trial,” Tanesha said.
“What’s that?” Delphie asked.
“A vaccine?” Tanesha asked.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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