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

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


(part four)

“What?” Sam asked.

“Oh, you,” Delphie said. “I’m sure that in your mind you’ll hang out at home, read books, watch some television, practice golf. . .”

Sam winced at the word “golf.”

“Fishing, then,” Delphie said.

“Sounds great to me,” Sam said.

Delphie laughed.

“Why is that funny?” Sam asked.

“You are,” Delphie said.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“I’ve known you since you were ten years old, Sam Lipson,” Delphie said. “You’ve never been able to tolerate inactivity. You’ll go fishing one day and the next start remodeling some place or training dogs or. . .”

Delphie shrugged.

“Is that a bad thing?” Sam asked.

“It’s a you thing,” Delphie said. “I’m sure that Jill and Jake could use help in their rehab business. Rodney’s pretty excited about the men he works with. Honey and MJ could use help starting another apartment building for folks in wheelchairs.”

Sam gave her a thoughtful look.

“That’s off the top of my head,” Delphie said.

Sam smiled.

“Maybe I’ve changed,” Sam said.

Delphie laughed out loud so hard that Sam began to laugh. After a moment, she turned to him.

“I think you should have more fun,” Delphie said. “I agree that it’s time to let the employees own the company. It’s time for you to move on.”

“Let go and let God,” Sam said. “Aden said at breakfast this morning. I. . . I’m not sure I know how to do that.”

“I think it’s something that must be done,” Delphie said. “Not eased into or thought about.”

Sam nodded. He stared off into space.

“When the kids were little, we used to lay out plastic sheeting and spray them with water,” Sam said. “The kids would slide along the sheeting. They cooled off.”

Delphie nodded.

“If we put it on the driveway, the photographers will take photos of Val and Grace,” Delphie said.

“We have to put it here,” Sam said. He gestured to the area of ten-foot-wide grass between the back deck and the garden. “It’s still in the sun though.”

Shaking her head, Delphie shrugged.

“We’ll figure it out,” she said.

“And me retiring?” Sam asked.

“It seems like you’ve helped the company through this last crisis,” Delphie said. “You can always step in if they need it or if something happens.”

“So it’s okay with you if I retire?” Sam asked. “It will give me time to get up to some mischief and adventure.”

“Of course it will,” Delphie said with a grin. “Chaos, too!”

Sam smiled. He hugged her again.

“Did you get some watermelon?” Sam asked.

Delphie let go of him and looked up.

“Watermelon?” Delphie asked. “What are we talking about?”

“We’d better get inside before those boys eat all of that watermelon!” Sam said.

Laughing, Sam ran into the house. Delphie ran in after him.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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