CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SIXTY-FOUR
Sunday early morning — 5:15 a.m.
“Ava!” Valerie said as she came around the corner from the stairs and into the kitchen.
Ava O’Malley was sitting with her forehead on the kitchen table. She raised a hand and waved at Valerie.
“Are you okay?” Valerie asked.
Without lifting her head, Ava nodded against the table. Valerie empathetically touched Ava’s back as she passed to the kitchen. Valerie turned on the coffee pot. She checked the electric kettle for water. Finding it full, she turned it one. She went into the deep closet they used as a pantry and returned with a tin. She went around and set the tin in front of Ava.
“What is it?” Ava said, still not lifting her head.
“Breakfast cookies,” Valerie said. “They are my favorite. Sandy makes them for me and Jill — well, any adult who’s not eating Cap’n Crunch.”
When Ava didn’t move, Valerie opened the lit of the tin. She took out a cookie and set it in Ava’s hand. Ava shifted to look at Valerie.
“You’ll feel better,” Valerie said.
Ava grunted, but didn’t put her head down again. She took a bite of the cookie.
“These are really good,” Ava said.
“They are,” Valerie said. “I take them with me when I leave. They make for fast and easy mornings.”
Valerie poured a cup of coffee from the still filling pot.
“I think Maresol is coming here to make heuvos rancheros,” Ava said. “At least that’s what she said last night. I left before she was awake.”
Valerie set the coffee in front of Ava and brought her the cream. Ava ate her cookie and drank her coffee while Valerie made two pots of tea.
“What’s going on?” Valerie asked.
“I love Harvest Day,” Ava said. “It’s so fun to see everyone working and laughing. You make great food. I mean, like this morning, Maresol is making everyone breakfast from beans you grew, eggs the chickens made. . .”
“Corn tortillas she made yesterday from that huge corn crop at Mr. Matchel’s,” Valerie said.
“It’s like magic,” Ava said. She sighed. “I haven’t been able to participate because of this stupid detective.”
“Stone?” Valerie asked.
“She called me at four this morning,” Ava said. “Woke me up. Yelled at me for twenty minutes.”
Ava shook her head.
“You wouldn’t believe what she said,” Ava said. “I’m a spoiled, stupid, corrupt employee of an incompetent lab and. . .”
“She said worse things about Seth,” Ava said, nodding.
“How can anyone hate Seth O’Malley?” Valerie asked. She shook her head. “The woman is clearly deranged.”
“I rushed over here so that I could start,” Ava said. “Walk her through what we’ve done.”
“Stone said she’d be here?” Valerie asked.
“What a cow,” Valerie said.
“I’ve been sitting here for more than an hour,” Ava said. “Who’s stupider? Stone? Or me, for doing what she told me to do?”
“Well, I’m glad for your company,” Valerie said. “Mike’s in the shower. The kids are mostly sleeping. Even Grace.”
“The newest baby?” Ava asked.
“Everyone is worn out by all of the Harvest Day activities,” Valerie said. “I need to get my big pots going so that we can make more soup today. Jake’s going to be canning outside today.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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