Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-eight - Back to school (part two)
Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-eight - Back to school (part four)

Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-eight - Back to school (part three)


(part three)

“I need to. . .” Sandy gestured back toward their bedroom.

When Sandy arrived, Noelle was standing in the middle of Sandy and Aden’s bedroom, wrapped in a towel.

“Where were you?” Noelle screamed, hysteria near.

“You asked me to check on your uniform,” Sandy said, mildly.

And?” Noelle asked.

“Nash is ironing your shirt,” Sandy said. “It’s ready and waiting for you.”

Noelle scowled. The girl was so much taller than Sandy now that Sandy led Noelle to the bed. Sandy took off the towel around Noelle’s head and made quick work of drying and curling Noelle’s head.

Midway through, Rachel came into sit with Noelle. Rachel always seemed to know when Noelle needed comforting. Rachel put her head on Noelle’s lap, and Noelle stroked the child’s hair. By the time Sandy had applied some mascara and discrete lip color, Noelle was calmer and ready to start her day.

“Breakfast,” Aden said from the living room. “Go!”

Charlie and Nash left the apartment. Noelle looked at herself in the mirror. Nodding to herself, she held out a hand for Rachel.

“Thanks Mom,” Noelle said.

Noelle kissed Sandy’s cheek.

“I’ll see you down there,” Sandy said.

Noelle nodded. Sandy went into the bathroom. She sped through her morning routine. She grabbed her coat and purse and started down the stairs. Aden met her at the top of the stairs. He started down the stairs with her holding onto his shoulder for balance. When they reached the bottom, he kissed her and they moved toward the dining room.

“No one’s here yet!” Nash said, chewing on a muffin.

“More food for you,” Sandy said with a grin.

Nash grinned and went into the dining room. Sandy stuck her head into the dining room. Seeing that Jill wasn’t there, she went to see if she could help. Taking the loft steps one at a time, Sandy was breathing hard by the time she reached the top.

She knocked and stuck her head in.

“Can I help?” Sandy asked between gasps of breath.

“Ohmygod!” Jill screamed from somewhere in the loft. “Sandy?

Sandy scooted across the loft until she found Jill sitting in Katy’s room. Katy’s long hair was a poof of knots and tangles. Jill shot Sandy a fierce look.

“She did her own hair,” Jill said.

“I can do my own hair!” Katy said. “I’m not a stupid baby!”

“This is not doing your hair!” Jill said with a growl.

Katy started talking in fast, nearly unintelligible words. Grinning, Sandy waved her hand for Jill to move away. Jill got up and stormed out of the room.

“What did you do?” Sandy asked as she picked through the mess.

Katy started crying and babbling. Sandy couldn’t tell what Katy had done to her hair.

“Come on, Katy-baby,” Sandy said, leaning forward to kiss Katy’s cheek. “It would be faster to start over.”

“But I don’ wanna!” Katy screamed.

Sandy gave the child a long look.

“You can’t make me,” Katy said.

“Well, in fact, I can,” Sandy said. “I’m immune to your magic or whatever it is because Auntie Heather made me immune to all magic.”

Katy squinted her eyes at Sandy, and Sandy shrugged.

“I don’t know what you just did but I’m guessing it wasn’t very nice,” Sandy said.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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