CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FORTY-FOUR
Sunday early-morning — 2:07 a.m.
Nelson opened his eyes the moment his cellphone rang. His hand patted the bedside table until it landed on the phone. He squinted at the number and then answered.
“Oui allo?” Nelson said in modern French, into the phone. “C’est Nelson Weeks. Je vous ecoute.”
“Oncle Nelson, c’est Sissy,” she said into the phone. “Á Paris.”
“Sissy!” Nelson said in English. Sitting up, he realized that he was naked. As if she could see him, he pulled the sheet to cover himself. “How are you?”
“Good,” Sissy said. “So sorry to wake you. You told me to call you as soon as I heard anything.”
“I did?” Nelson asked.
“About our trip this summer?” Sissy asked.
“Oui,” Nelson said. “With the virus and everything, I forgot all about it.”
“Sandy said you’d moved into your new, old house,” Sissy said. “How is it?”
“It’s amazing,” Nelson said. “Truly. You’ll have to visit when you come to Denver next.”
“I will,” Sissy said. “Shall I tell you about our trip?”
“Please,” Nelson said.
“Your grandparents agreed to sponsor our trip,” Sissy said. “Their lawyers brought in a lawyer who worked on these kinds of trips. He will be in touched with you later today. I was told that his role would be to act as an intermediary between you, our grandparents, and the crew for our trip.”
“Crew?” Nelson asked.
“Apparently there are people who only do this kind of thing,” Sissy said. “You have to book with a quality crew right away. The lawyer said that he will see what you think you need.”
“Hmm,” Nelson said.
“Not sure what you need?” Sissy asked with a laugh.
“Exactly,” Nelson said.
“You’re having breakfast with friends this morning?” Sissy asked.
“I’m going to Ava’s to eat Maresol breakfast,” Nelson said.
“Exactly,” Sissy said. “You’ll know the answers to the questions after breakfast.”
“Very cloak and dagger,” Nelson said.
“Just remember that you are not alone,” Sissy said. “And now that our grandparents are helping?”
“It looks like we’ll have an eventful summer,” Nelson said.
“Exactly,” Sissy said. “I need to get to my next class. You should go back to sleep.”
“Will do,” Nelson said. “And Sissy?”
“Yea?” Sissy asked.
“Thanks,” Nelson said. “You’re a lifesaver.”
“De rien,” Sissy said. “Au revoir.”
“Bye bye,” Nelson said.
He set the phone down on the side table. Lost in thought, he wandered into his bathroom to use the toilet. He knew that he should get up and work on this, but his new perfectly comfortable bed was too enticing. He climbed into bed and fell into a sound sleep.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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