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


(part three)

“You have so many human — men and women — in your life,” Ares said with a pout. “I have so very few.”

“I have to get to work,” Blane said, picking up the plates and carrying them to the kitchen.

“Yes, I am very busy too,” Ares said.

“So, Ares,” Blane said, “you confirm that this is a dog.”

“Among other things,” Ares said.

“What does that mean?” Blane asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” Ares said with a smile. “This creature will serve you, well as, be a companion to you when you run, a friend to my great-grandsons, play with the Templar, and even enjoy the company of that singer and his angelic wife.”

“Jeraine and Tanesha,” Heather said.

“Exactly,” Ares said. “Nothing to worry about. Now, I must be off. Feel free to continue to take from my wine cellar. Anything I have is yours for the taking.”

Ares gave Heather a hopeful smile.

“Nothing I have is yours for the taking,” Heather said.

“Sometimes, you can be so like your mother,” Ares said.

“Thank you,” Heather said. “Good luck painting. Don’t start any wars.”

“Only happy times, my dear,” Ares said.

Ares waved to Blane and disappeared.

“I wish I’d never. . .” Blane said.

“I heard that,” Ares voice echoed through the room.

Heather laughed.

“How is LaTonya?” Heather asked.

“Good, I think,” Blane said. “She seems to be enjoying being around clients; helping people. I think she’d rather be working as a psychiatrist, but she’s enjoying it for now. Her kids went to the Marlowe School today. Bumpy’s paying.”

“Good,” Heather said. “I’m glad.”

“I miss you being there,” Blane said wistfully.

“I do, too,” Heather said. “My guess is that LaTonya will move on soon. The boys are at the school every day. I can come back then.”

“Really?” Blane asked with a smile. “I’d like that.”

“Me, too,” Heather said with a smile. “I’ll walk you over.”

Blane grinned at her. She gestured to the dog and he came to her. Blane hooked a leash on the dog’s collar and they went back up the stairs. Heather put on her shoes and jacket. She waited until Blane was ready for work. They walked across the street to the Castle. They kissed at the bottom of the stairs to the medical offices.

“Have a great day,” Heather said.

Blane waved to Heather and went up the stairs. Heather went around to the back door of the kitchen and went inside. Compared to the quiet sanctuary of their house, the Castle was pure chaos. She found her boys eating cereal at the kitchen table with the other kids. Heather pitched in to get everyone off to school and work.

When the last person left, Delphie put her hand on Heather’s arm.

“What did you need?” Delphie asked.

“Would you mind checking our dog?” Heather asked, gesturing to where their new dog was playing with Buster and Sarah.

“I saw him last night,” Delphie said. “He’s a beautiful dog.”

“But just a dog,” Heather said.

“Nothing is ever ‘just’ anything,” Delphie said.

“Why is everyone so vague about this dog?” Heather asked.

Grinning, Delphie shrugged. Heather gave her a hard look.

“Let me be as clear as possible,” Delphie said. “The dog is just a dog until you need it to be something else.”

Heather scowled, and Delphie laughed.

“Come on,” Delphie said. “Let’s have some tea. We can talk about anything.”

Heather followed her into the kitchen. When the tea was ready, they went out to the garden and talked about Harvest this weekend.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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