Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-four - Goodbye to an old friend; hello to a new friend
Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-five - Good morning (part two)

Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-five - Good morning (part one)

CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-FIVE

(part one)

Thursday morning — 5:17 a.m.

“Good morning,” Blane said as he came into the kitchen.

Heather got up from the table and hugged him. She pulled back to look into his face. His hair was wet from the shower. He was dressed and ready for a day in his clinic.

“How are you holding up?” Heather asked.

She put her hand on his forehead to check for fever.

“I’m okay,” Blane said. “A little tired. That dog. . . remind me, where did he come from?”

“Why?” Heather asked. “What did he do?”

“You didn’t notice?” Blane asked with a grin.

“Notice what?” Heather asked.

Blane chuckled. The electric kettle clicked off, and he poured water into the tea pot Heather had set out.

“Food?” Blane asked.

“I put a bagel in for you and one for me,” Heather said.

“Where is everyone?” Blane asked.

“Nelson’s already gone to work. Some video meeting with the FBI lab in Virginia,” Heather said. “Tres is sleeping in. He’s working on a proposal that he’s presenting to the owners meeting tomorrow night. I’m sure that you remember that our boys are at the Castle. I’m going to pick them up in a bit. Tanesha’s off today so they left after the show to spend a night in the mountains.”

“Give Jabari some time to unwind a bit,” Blane said. “That’s a good idea.”

“He’s so stoic,” Heather said. “It’s hard to ever know what’s going on with him. They wanted to give him a chance to talk about how he feels before the time passes.”

Blane nodded. He opened the refrigerator and took out the egg carton. He took out four blue eggs from Delphie’s happy chickens. He whipped them and put them into a pan to cook before turning around.

“What did the dog do?” Heather asked.

“He hogged up my side of the bed,” Blane said.

“He did?” Heather asked. “I thought that he was hogging up my side of the bed. I was attempting to be the goddess of love and let you sleep.”

Blane laughed. She grinned at his laugh.

“I’ll get a crate for him,” Heather said.

“You don’t think that he needs his own golden palace?” Blane asked.

Blane grabbed a handful of baby spinach and threw it into a pan.

“Golden palace?” Heather asked.

“Come on,” Blane said. “He’s Anubis, isn’t he?”

“He’s a dog,” Heather said with a shrug. “The boys and I went to adopt a dog and the boys picked this dog. No conspiracy. Just a dog.”

“You’re saying that the dog on the dog bed over there isn’t the God Anubis?” Blane asked.

The dark haired dog regally sat on his dog bed with his front ankles crossed.

“I’m not sure what you’re asking,” Heather asked.

Blane pointed at her with the spatula.

“You’re being intentionally vague,” Blane said.

“Am I?” Heather asked with a grin. “I’m just messing with you. As far as I know, he is just a dog. Hecate told me that Nelson thought the same thing.”

“Nelson’s smart,” Blane said.

“He’s a beautiful dog,” Heather said. She shrugged. “What would I know about an Egyptian god?”

“Hmm,” Blane said, scowling as he buttered the bagels.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...

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