Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty - Harvest Day visitor (part one)
Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty - Harvest Day visitor (part three)

Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty - Harvest Day visitor (part two)

CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SIXTY

(part two)

“The term ended in the spring,” Sissy said. “Because of Covid, they brought us back for the summer. That session’s over. All of my friends were leaving for jobs in ballet companies. I. . .”

Sissy smiled at Sandy.

“You didn’t get the job you wanted?” Sandy asked.

“I wanted to come home before making a decision,” Sissy said.

Sandy hugged Sissy.

“You always make the right choice,” Sandy said.

“You’ve helped me with every decision I’ve ever made,” Sissy said. “Or every good decision I’ve made. I. . .”

Sissy looked at Sandy for a moment.

“Going to Paris was the best possible thing I could have ever done,” Sissy said. “I loved school — my teachers, friends, the younger students. If I had stayed here? I mean, it’s Harvest Day. Again. The routine is wonderful but I would have. . . wilted here.”

Sissy shrugged.

“You are exceptional,” Sandy said. “You needed an exceptional education. The question is what do you want to do next?”

“That’s the question,” Sissy said.

“Did you get a lot of offers?” Sandy asked.

Sissy nodded.

“Jammy vetted everything,” Sissy said.

“He’s still taking care of you?” Sandy asked with a smile. “That’s really good.”

“I’m really lucky,” Sissy said. “He helped my friends too. He didn’t charge anything either. He told them that if they wanted to hire him when they were primary dancers they could, but for now, they were just friends. They all got a lot better offers with his help.”

“When do you have to decide?” Sandy asked.

“Soon,” Sissy said.

“This weekend?” Sandy asked. “I can get O’Malley and we’ll. . .”

“No,” Sissy said. “Not until next Friday. We have time to figure everything out.”

“But?” Sandy asked. “You can’t fool me, Sissy. Something else is going on.”

Sissy gave Sandy a long look.

“What are you obsessing on?” Sandy asked.

“Oh,” Sissy snorted. “You know me so well.”

“I do,” Sandy said with a smile. “So what is it?”

Sissy shook her head and looked off in the near distance.

“Come on, before Aden finishes showering,” Sandy said.

“You know how I turned 18 this year?” Sissy asked.

Sandy nodded.

“Ivan wants to get married,” Sissy said. “No, that’s not right. It’s not like he’s pressuring me or anything. That’s not happening. Not even a little.”

“But?” Sandy asked.

“I guess, I always thought that I would marry Ivan when I turned 18 years old,” Sissy said.

“And now?” Sandy asked. She gave Sissy a worried look.

“Oh, I still want to marry Ivan,” Sissy said with a smile. “I just. . .”

Sissy shrugged.

“People say that their wedding day was the best day of their lives,” Sissy said. “I. . . I’ve had so many great days — that day Charlie and everybody took me out, meeting Wanda at the eating disorder place, getting back into dance, those funny days in the hospital with Mari and you, getting Paris, living with Claire and Ben, meeting the Prince and Princess, starting school, and. . . so many. I feel like having a wedding will be. . .”

“Small potatoes compared to that,” Sandy said with a nod.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...

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