Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-one - Enter a little chaos (part four)
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Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-one - Enter a little chaos (part five)


(part five)

Tuesday night — 9:15 p.m.

“I don’t know,” Jacob said. “I just don’t know.”

He shook his head. Moving around their couch in the loft, he sat down next to Jill.

“What concerns you?” Jill asked.

“I. . .” Jacob said. “I don’t know if it’s change or if I. . . Oh hell, I don’t know. I’ve spent the last months working non-stop, 24/7 to keep Lipson Construction open and everyone working. I spent the entire day going from meeting to meeting about either the company or with the union or with the state or with the residents of Honey and MJs building or. . . I don’t know.”

“It does seem weird to now say ‘Let’s sell the rest of the company,’ when you’ve been working so hard,” Jill said.

“We don’t know when or if this pandemic will be over,” Jacob said. “The state believes that we’ll have vaccine ‘soon’ but what the hell is ‘soon?’ And even then. I heard from some guys that they don’t think that they want to get vaccinated.”

Jill shook her head.

“The misinformation machine is working overtime,” Jacob said.

“For the election,” Jill said.

“I doubt it will stop at the election,” Jacob said. “It’s here to stay.”

Jill groaned.

“How was school?” Jacob asked.

“I didn’t have school today,” Jill said.

“I’m sorry,” Jacob said. “Of course, I knew that.”

Jill put her hand on his leg. He turned to look at her.

“You seem kind of. . .” Jill started.

“Freaked out?” Jacob asked.

Jill nodded.

“I am freaked out,” Jacob said. “I mean, there was a time when I dreamed of being free of this company. I wanted to. . .”

He blew out a breath.

“I’ve said this so many times that even I am bored hearing it,” Jacob said.

Jill grinned at him.

“I thought my life would go this way, but it went that way and upside down and now we have three kids and it’s so fucking hot,” Jacob said. “Why is it so hot up here?”

“We didn’t turn the air conditioning on out here,” Jill said. “It’s in the bedrooms, but not out here. I can turn it on, if you’d like.”

Jacob scowled.

“What’s really going on?” Jill asked.

“I. . .” Jacob sighed. “I don’t want my dad to die.”

“Die?” Jill asked, confused.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jacob said. “If he retires, he’s that much closer to death. I guess, I don’t know. I. . .”

Jacob shook his head.

“I feel a little crazy,” Jacob said with a grin.

“You sound a little crazy,” Jill said.

Jacob nodded.

“You know what I think?” Jill asked.

Jacob looked at her. He got up and went to the refrigerator. He took out the pitcher of water and poured two glasses. He dropped a couple of ice cubes into the glasses and carried them back to the couch.

“Thanks,” Jill said.

“Yes, I would like to know what you think,” Jacob said. “Always. What do you think?”

“I think you’re traumatized by everything that’s happened this year,” Jill said. “The pandemic is terrifying. Your father got sick before we even realized there was a virus, let alone a global pandemic and it was before we were sent home.”

“He was so sick,” Jacob said softly.

“He nearly died,” Jill said.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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