Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-five - Stick a fork in it (part four)
Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-five - Stick a fork in it

Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-five - Stick a fork in it (part five)


(part five)

“You’ve done enough, Jake,” Sam said. “We all have. It’s time to be done for the night. Whatever we don’t get to, we can do tomorrow or never. Rosa’s team is coming again tomorrow. They don’t mind a few dishes.”

Sam hugged Jacob. They walked into the living room and took seats in the chairs. Exhausted, Nash, Charlie, Tink, Noelle, and Teddy shuffled past everyone from the backyard. Sandy and Aden followed them in.

“I will take some wine,” Sandy said.

She gestured to Valerie, who moved her feet to the floor and scooted over on the couch. Sandy was so tiny that she only needed a little space on the couch. Sandy lifted her feet to put them on the table, but a foot stool appeared under her feet.

“Perfect,” Sandy said. “Thanks, Jake. My ankle’s killing me.”

“Not a problem,” Jake said.

“There’s a beer here for you,” Mike said.

“Great,” Charlie said, veering toward the couch.

“Go. Now,” Aden said. “Upstairs. You all have school tomorrow.”

“You can’t have beer,” Charlie whined.

“It’s non-alcoholic,” Mike said. “Jake magicked it from the kitchen.”

“Upstairs and to bed,” Aden pointed.

Yawning, Charlie stumbled out of the room and up the stairs. Jill came in from the backyard.

“Where are our children?” Jill asked Jacob.

“We have children?” Jacob asked.

“You said you were going to put them to bed!” Jill said.

Jillian Roper was not amused. She shot him a look worthy of her Titan father.

“Sorry,” Jacob said. He stroked her arm. “They are in bed. I have the baby monitor. They are completely out.”

“Paddie, too?” Jill asked.

“He’s in with Katy,” Jacob said. “They aren’t even whispering.”

Jill looked at the grouping of furniture and didn’t see a seat.

“I’ll just go up. . .” Jill started.

A couch appeared from somewhere and settled next to the armchair Delphie was sitting in.

“Oh thank God,” Jill said and collapsed on the couch. “I want wine, but why are we drinking this swill?”

“Swill?” Delphie asked. “It’s pretty good, I think.”

“Heather?” Jill asked.

Heather and Tanesha walked in from the backyard.

“We need wine,” Jill said.

Heather’s eye went to the wine bottles on the table and gave Jill a slight nod. Two unlabeled bottles of wine appeared in Heather’s hands.

“Can I have champagne?” Tanesha asked.

“Of course,” Heather said. “French okay?”

Tanesha nodded.

Heather set the bottles on the table in the living room, and Jacob made the corks fly out of the bottles. A pitcher of water appeared on the table with a few glasses. Aden poured himself a glass of water and drank it down. He poured another.

“Try this,” Jill said to Valerie.

Valerie passed her wine glass to Mike, who emptied the glass. Jill gave her a dash of the wine.

“Heather gets it from her Grandfather,” Jill said.

“Would you like some champagne?” Tanesha said. “It’s really more like mead. . .”

“Champagne from honey,” Heather said. “Drink of Dionysus. There’s even a batch named after me!”

Tanesha sat next to Jill on the couch. Armchairs appeared in a line next to the one Sam was sitting in. Jeraine, Blane, and Tres came in a few minutes before Nelson come in. Jeraine sat on Tanesha’s lap. They kissed. Tres cozied up with Heather. Blane sat next to Jacob in an armchair. Not one for close contact or public affection, Nelson took a spot in his own armchair.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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