CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FORTY-FIVE
“Pomegranates,” Alex said. “They are bushes in our climate. So we got a few Arborvitae. They should disrupt the wind and not interfere with the light. Will they work?”
“Absolutely,” Delphie said with a grin. “Thank you.”
“We have pomegranate fields on our tribal land in Afghanistan,” Joey, Alex’s son, said.
“We have a supplier,” Alex said.
“Wonderful,” Delphie said. “That’s really wonderful.”
“How would you two like to help Beau and Chase plant their lavender?” Valerie said. “They are planting it all along the edge of the fence there. You can see Max there.”
Joey and Máire ran off to be with their cousins. Alex leaned over to speak quietly to John. He kissed her forehead and went to see what Nelson and the medical crew were up to. Alex gave a loud whistle and members of her team including her twin brother, Max, came in her direction. She pointed to the trees. The team got to work planting six Arborvitaes along the edge of the property with six pomegranates inside.
“Are you ready?” asked Valerie as she turned to look at Delphie.
Delphie gave her a slight nod.
“I’ve set up your friends with a set of beds and plants,” Valerie said.
Valerie and Delphie were momentarily distracted by a truck full of young men pulled up to the site. Jacob and the men spoke in fast Spanish before the men jumped out of the truck. The men grabbed shovels and went to where Rodney was mapping out the new beds.
“Look around,” Valerie said softly.
Garden beds were popping up on the side of the field closest to the street. The Fey Team kids and the children from the Castle were ready to plant in the beds that were already made. Adults and children from nearby apartment buildings were either checking in with the medical team or milling around Noelle to wait for the lottery for beds.
“Everything is coming together nicely,” Delphie said. “Are you ready to do the lottery?”
“Absolutely,” Valerie said.
Valerie and Delphie went to Noelle.
“I wrote everyone’s names down on the paper,” Noelle said, gesturing to her clipboard.
“This is your last chance,” Valerie yelled. “If you’d like a garden bed, then you need to be on this list!”
“Why’re you making those beds by the road?” someone in the back yelled.
“We were informed by the inspector that the lot couldn’t be multiple use,” Valerie said. “If we wanted garden beds here, then the whole lot had to be filled with them. So we’re finishing the job.”
“Are they worse? Dirty?” a woman near the front asked.
“No,” Delphie said. “They are the same.”
“Will there be water?” an elderly man asked. “I can’t bring it from my apartment.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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