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

CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FORTY-FOUR

(part four)

Sunday morning — 10:37 a.m.

“How is it that there is no one here?” Sandy asked as she moved into the large kitchen on the basement level of Heather, Nelson, Blane, and Tres’s new home.

“Jake and Mike took the older kids fishing,” Jill said following Sandy into the large open room. “Sam went, too. They’ve never been before so they’re teaching them how to fish. I’d guess that they’ll be gone all day.”

“Aden and Tres took some of the younger kids and the dogs to the Cherry Creek Dog Park,” Tanesha said. “Jer’s in the ballroom playing around with music. He’s got Jabari and La Tonya’s kids, as well as the Hargreaves twins.”

“Nelson and MJ are out with the Wild Bunch are out at the park learning how to roller skate,” Heather said, appearing in the kitchen. “All children are accounted for!”

“I’m right here,” Blane said, moving through the kitchen. He leaned over to kiss Heather’s cheek. “I’m back in the medical offices today.”

“Let me know if you need help,” Heather said.

“Not a chance,” Blane said with a grin. “You four — enjoy your time. You’ve given so much during this Covid nightmare. Take a bit for yourselves.”

The women smiled at Blane. They waited in silence until he’d left the house.

“It’s really nice,” Tanesha said.

“You know what’s really nice?” Sandy asked.

“He left lunch,” Heather said.

Sandy nodded. The other women went to see what was for lunch. Blane had left a quiche, salad, and fresh baked bread.

“Do we want it now?” Sandy asked.

“I can wait,” Jill said, picking a strawberry out of the salad.

“There’s wine,” Heather said, getting up. “I brought it back with me.”

“Your grandfather?” Tanesha asked, clapping her hands in expectation.

“No need for it to languish in his wine cellar,” Heather said.

Heather opened a bottle of champagne. She waited a moment before pouring four glasses.

“I feel like I should be in church,” Jill said.

“No church,” Tanesha said. “It would likely kill us all.”

“So true,” Sandy said. “I can’t believe. . .”

Sandy stopped talking. She shook her head.

“You know what?” Sandy asked. “I’m not going to talk about those jerks.”

While the women watched, Sandy started opening all of the cabinets.

“Who set up this kitchen?” Sandy asked.

“Jake,” the women said in unison.

“It’s a lot nicer than what we have at the Castle,” Sandy said.

“Deep pockets,” Heather said. “Blane and Jeraine wanted a gourmet kitchen. No skimping. They gave him a list of appliances including brands.”

“Nice,” Sandy beamed. “Would you mind if I. . .”

“Be my guest,” Heather said.

“What are you making?” Jill said.

“How are you making anything?” Tanesha asked. “I feel like falling over.”

Jill went to the couch that was facing toward the windows. She pushed and end of the couch so that the couch turned around.

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

“You sure?” Tanesha asked.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...

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