CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-FIVE
Thursday evening — 7:05 p.m.
“Hey!” Aden yelled over the chatting owners of Lipson Construction. “We’re ready to start.”
It took a few minutes, but everyone fell silent. They were seated under a giant tent. Each person was in a chair that was six feet from each other and they were all wearing face masks, which was why the men and women were talking so loud. There were giant fans blowing the air around. They had set up speakers so that everyone to hear what was being said. Bambi, Aden’s assistant, carried two wireless microphones in case people wanted to speak.
“Welcome!” Aden said.
“I wanted to thank everyone for hanging in there,” Aden said. “I know that the masks are itchy and uncomfortable. . .”
“I don’t wanna die!” a young man yelled from somewhere in the middle.
“I just appreciate everyone wearing masks and being careful,” Aden said. “As you know, outside of Sam Lipson, we’ve had zero infections. That’s a big deal as most of the other construction companies are either not open or filled with sick people. You should each be really proud of yourself.”
“Hey, you gonna make them vaccines mandatory?” a woman asked.
“We would never just make that decision,” Aden said. “We’ll make it together.”
“Out of curiosity, if the vaccines were available today, how many of you would get a vaccine?” Jacob asked.
Every hand went up.
“And my family,” Pete yelled.
“I like it,” Jacob said.
“First order of business,” Aden said. “Sam Lipson has submitted his formal retirement.”
“Ahh,” there was a general sound of disappointment.
“His scare with Covid really got to him,” Jacob said. “He wants to retire while he’s healthy enough to enjoy it.”
“He promised that he would still be available if we need him,” Aden said.
“Especially in the next year or so as we work with the state to get our other business up and running,” Jacob said.
“And Jake?” someone yelled from the front.
“You can’t get rid of me,” Jacob said.
“He’s willing to help us out when we need him,” Aden said. “But he won’t be here every day soon. That will happen soon. I promised.”
“As you likely know, the Marlowe School is up and running,” Aden said. “Jake and his team have improved the ventilation. With your help, we’ve developed more of the property so that our students have access to exercise in the air. We’ve been asked to build a swimming pool, but we’re not quite there yet.”
“We poured the basketball court last weekend,” Jerry yelled from the middle of the crowd.
“They will be playing basketball tomorrow,” Jacob said.
“If you haven’t been to the school lately, we’d invited you to come this weekend,” Aden said. “We’re having an open house to show people what’s happening there. Jake?”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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