Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-seven - How is everyone? (part three)
Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-seven - How is everyone? (part five)

Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-seven - How is everyone? (part four)


(part four)

She’d never spent time at home hanging out with her own children.

She couldn’t have dreamed of this time with them. At the beginning of this year, she was working and going to school. The kids went to daycare. They functioned more like balls that bounced from place to place, thing to thing, only sleeping in the same location.

That’s what boggled her mind. In their pre-Covid life, they’d spent the majority of their time together while they were sleeping.

It was far from perfect now.

Like a lot of women, she’d had to juggle taking care of children, her husband, her home, her friends, her school work, and her work-work. She’d managed the design work she did for their business between nap time and when Jacob came home from work. He spent time with the kids while she worked until dinner. It was just barely enough time to keep their projects moving forward. The Zoom client meetings were great and awful at the same time.

So far, everything was working.

Next week, however, she was supposed to head back for her third year of college.

She’d had long talks with Honey about school. Honey was also starting her third year of college. While Jill went to the Colorado Institute for Art, Honey was going to Metro University. They’d worried about this new change — could they manage work, school, and kids?

Did they want to?

Truth be told, if it were only up to Jill, she would probably have quit school to spend all of her time with her kids. Jacob wouldn’t hear of it. Jill had wanted to go to college all of her adult life. He wasn’t about to let her give up on her dream.

In a week’s time, the kids would head back to the modified, aerated Marlowe School.

And Jill would head back to school.

But was that really what she wanted?

How would she ever find the time to go to school and deal with everything going on?

“Ruminating?” Blane asked.

“How could you tell?” Jill asked.

“Try to rest,” Blane said. “Take in the treatment.”

He stuck a needle into her forehead. She was completely out. Twenty minutes later, Blane touched her shoulder.

“How do you feel?” Blane asked.

“Good,” Jill said. “Better.”

Nodding, Blane pulled out the needles.

“Drink lots of water,” Blane said. “Take your time.”

Blane left the room. Jill lay there for a moment before noticing the time. Her list of things to do next came up in her head. She got up and left the room.

Jill left the room. She stopped to chat with La Tonya for a moment before heading out into the deck and backyard stairs. She jogged down the stairs to the backyard. She reached the backyard just as Delphie came out of the house.

“How was your treatment?” Delphie asked.

“Awesome,” Jill said. “I feel so much better. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Delphie said. “Well, better.”

“That vaccine packed a punch,” Jill said.

“I’m just glad we made it into the trial,” Delphie said.

“Me, too,” Jill said.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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