CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY
“Do they want to watch?” Honey asked.
“You’d be surprised,” the attendant said.
“We can wait for you,” Jacob said.
“Nah,” she said. “Go ahead.”
They continued into the auditorium. The auditorium doors were wide open with two large industrial fans in the door. Because the building catered to people in wheelchairs, this space did not have seats. Face mask clad residents were situated six feet from each other. At the front of the auditorium, there was a long table where Steve Roper was waiting for them. Separated by six feet, the floor captains sat around the table. Chairs sat on the other side of the table. Seeing that Honey was in her wheelchair, Steve got up to move a chair. There was a board covered with cork behind the table.
MJ helped Honey to the table and sat down next to her. Jacob took the last empty chair.
“Thanks for having us,” Jacob said.
“I’m the first floor captain,” the man on the end said. “I was elected by the first floor residents.”
“What’s your name?” Honey asked.
“Oh, sorry,” the man grinned. “I’m nervous. I’m Jerry Jason Jones. People call me ‘Triple J’ but you can call me ‘Jerry.’”
“I’m Jake,” Jacob said. “This is my sister, Honey, and her husband, MJ.”
Jacob nodded to the woman sitting next to Jerry.
“I’m Cassidy Calum,” she said. Her face flushed red. “I’m the second floor captain.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jacob said.
“I’m Aaron Zelig,” said the man sitting next to her. He was small with the characteristic high voice of someone with Osteogenesis Imperfecta or “brittle bone disease.” “Third floor captain. I was elected to lead this meeting.”
“Hi Aaron,” Jacob said. “What can we do for you?”
“We have a list of requests,” Aaron said.
Aaron cleared his throat and looked at Cassidy and Jerry. They nodded to him.
“Lay it on us,” MJ said.
“Oh, oh, okay,” Aaron said. “We wrote them on the board. You just have to turn it over.”
MJ jumped up and turned the board over showing a white board. He stood in front of the board reading the list.
“MJ,” Honey said.
“Uh-huh,” MJ said.
“MJ,” Honey repeated. “Move your ass.”
MJ jerked around to look at her.
“We can’t see through you,” Jacob said.
“Oh, oh, right,” MJ said.
He slunk away from the board and sat down. The board said:
“So you probably know what each of these means,” Aaron said. “But let me go through it quickly. We want to know if we can increase the ventilation. At least on the third floor, we’re worried that if one person gets sick, we’ll all get sick.”
Cassidy and Jerry nodded indicating that this was the issue on their floor.
“Do you want to talk about them as we go?” Jacob asked.
“Sure,” Aaron said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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