Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-four - Getting help (part four)
Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-four - Getting help

Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-four - Getting help (part five)

CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FORTY-FOUR

(part five)

“Lie down,” Jill said. “You’re understandably exhausted.”

“You sure?” Tanesha asked.

“Absolutely,” Heather said.

Tanesha climbed onto the new, comfortable couch and lay down. Jill took a seat at the bar and Heather sat at the kitchen table.

“How is it?” Jill asked.

“This place?” Heather asked.

Jill, Sandy, and Tanesha nodded.

“I like it,” Heather said. “I mean, we’re all still getting used to it. The kids are in heaven.”

“Jabari is,” Tanesha said. “He loves having Mack and Wyn here as allies.”

“And Tres?” Sandy winked at Heather as she continued pulling ingredients out of the refrigerator and cabinets.

“He’s good,” Heather said a hint of red forming at her hairline. “He’s jumped in with both feet. He wants to take care of the kids and make meals and. . . Nelson’s the same way.”

“Sounds like they really wanted a family,” Jill said.

“I guess so,” Heather said with a nod. “I feel. . . lucky to have all of this. Really lucky.”

“And in bed?” Tanesha asked from the couch.

“Tres?” Heather asked. “He’s. . . I. . .”

The women laughed. Before Tanesha got back together with Jeraine, Tanesha and Tres had a “friends with privileges” relationship. Tanesha was teasing Heather.

“We’re having fun,” Heather said. “All of us. And in some ways, things haven’t changed that much. We take care of the kids and work and. . .”

Heather shrugged.

“This is a beautiful house,” Jill said, going to the sliding glass window. “I love the courtyard.”

Jill slid the door open and then closed it quickly.

“It’s way too cold for that,” Jill said.

She went back to the counter.

“What are you making?” Jill asked.

“Cake,” Sandy said. “Something simple.”

Jill smiled.

“You seem agitated,” Sandy said.

“Oh,” Jill said. “I don’t know.”

“Since this Covid thing, I’ve been running as fast as I can,” Tanesha said.

“Yeah,” Jill said. “Me, too. It’s either something the kids need or talking through this Lipson Construction stuff or house stuff or. . .”

“It’s a lot,” Sandy said. “For me, too, and I only have one little one.”

Heather nodded.

“How are we going to get through this?” Tanesha asked.

For a long moment, no one said anything. Sandy started the blender to mix up a cake.

“I think we do it like we’ve done everything,” Jill said.

“Together,” Tanesha said.

“A tiny bit at a time,” Heather said.

“With great food,” Sandy said.

The women laughed.

“What would make it all better?” Heather asked.

“An end to this plague?” Tanesha asked.

“End of police violence?” Jill asked.

“End of the politics of cruelty,” Sandy added.

“End of the economic mess,” Heather said with a shake of her head.

“Tell me about it,” Tanesha said.

“What do you need to end?” Heather asked Jill.

“I don’t know, really,” Jill said. “For the most part, I’ve been happy. It’s been fun to spend more time with Katy and the boys. Paddie is at a great age. Máire and Joey are a joy to be around.”

“They are so aware of other people,” Sandy said with a nod. “Noelle loves taking care of them because they teach her about so many interesting things.”

“But?” Heather asked, intentionally pushing Jill.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...

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