CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY
Tuesday morning —8:27 a.m.
“Jake had drop off this morning,” Honey said to MJ. She was sitting in her wheelchair. “He’ll be here.”
Shaking his head, MJ blew out a breath.
“Why are you so nervous?” Honey asked.
“Global pandemic?” MJ shook his head again. “Responsibility for everyone in our building?”
“Everything’s been fine,” Honey said. “So far, everyone’s taken the whole thing in stride.”
“Then why did they call this meeting with us today?” MJ asked.
“There’s Jake,” Honey said. She waved to Jacob as he pulled up. “I think we’ll find out in a minute.”
“Steve’s inside?” Jacob asked as he approached.
“He’s checking in with the nurses,” Honey said with a nod.
Honey and MJ turned with Jacob and started inside the building they owned together with Steve Roper. Originally the apartment building Jill had lived in, Jacob, Honey, and MJ had converted it for wheelchair bound people. They had a full time nursing staff which was managed by Steve Roper. Jacob took care of repairs and Honey helped run the building along with some amazing residents and staff. The building had been at full occupancy since a few weeks after it opened and had remained full since then. Overall, the residents seemed to love living there.
During the pandemic, they had increased security, passed out masks, and taught virus safety. They’d put stickers on the floor of the elevator and installed spit guards for the stations where the attendants worked. They’d even created a testing station so that anyone who needed a Covid-19 test could get one. So far, no one in the building had been sick. The people who lived here were some of the most vulnerable people in Denver.
“Nice wheels,” Jacob said about the wheelchair Honey was in.
“Yesterday wore me out,” Honey said. “Maggie was so excited from school that it took forever to get her to settle down.”
“Not enough sleep,” MJ said.
“Do we have an agenda?” Jacob asked.
MJ and Honey shook their heads.
“Should be interesting,” Jacob said as he opened the glass door.
Honey wheeled inside the building with MJ right behind her. Jacob followed up. The lobby was absolutely silent and still. They continued past the pool and weight room, both empty and silent. Honey stopped at the desk.
“Where is everyone?” Honey asked.
“The state closed everything,” the wheelchair bound attendant said. “It’s one of the things on the agenda to talk to you about.”
She smiled at them.
“I need to take your temperature,” she said, holding out an infrared thermometer.
Since she was in a wheelchair, she did Honey’s first. Jacob crouched down so that his forehead was at her level. Unable to crouch do to the amputation of his lower calf, MJ bent over. They were all within the normal range of temperatures.
“You can head on back,” she said. “I need to lock up.”
“Everyone’s at the meeting?” MJ asked.
“We can let only let a few residents go. You know, for safety,” the wheelchair bound attendant said as she came out from behind the counter. “But the meeting is broadcast on the inner-building network and recorded for later. If people want to watch, they can.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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