CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SIXTY-FIVE
Sunday night — 10:15 p.m.
“Ugh,” Valerie said, plopping down on the couch in the living room.
Mike scooted over and gestured to his lap.
“Will you rub my feet?” Valerie asked.
“Absolutely,” Mike said. “I love your feet.”
“They’re probably stinky,” she said, placing her feet on his lap.
“In that case. . .” Mike pushed her feet off his lap.
Their laugh brought Delphie out from the kitchen. Valerie leaned forward and Mike kissed her. He picked up Valerie’s feet and began to rub them. Delphie stepped into the kitchen and then turned back to the kitchen.
“Jake,” Delphie said.
“Yeah,” Jacob said, in a more surly voice than he’d intended. “Sorry. Just beat.”
“Can you light the fire?” Delphie asked.
Jacob dried off his hand and pointed up. A spark flew out of his finger. The tiny light circled Delphie and then flew into the living room. The spark wrapped around Valerie and then Mike, before landing on the kindling in the fireplace.
“Thanks for cleaning and refilling the fireplaces, Nash and Charlie,” Delphie said. “Wherever you are.”
Jacob turned back to the sink full of soapy water and pans.
“Fuck,” Jacob said. He threw the microfiber cloth into the sink. Walking to the living room entrance, he said, “These are going to have to wait. Beer?”
“Yes,” Mike said. “Cold.”
“Wine,” Valerie said.
“The spark didn’t impress you?” Jacob asked. “You want magic?”
The air filled with a cloud of cold beverages and wine bottles. The caps on the beer flew off at the same time the corks popped out of the wine bottles. The beer and wine flew across the living room only to land softly on the table in front of the couch.
“I need a. . .” Valerie said.
A glass was hanging in the air in front of her.
“I won’t pour your wine because I’m not sure how much you’re drinking,” Jacob said.
“Thanks,” Valerie said. “Can I have some cake too?”
A whole frosted cake flew across the room to hover over Valerie’s head. She didn’t notice until Mike pointed to the cake. Valerie burst out laughing. Chuckling, Jacob made the cake land on the table as well. A stack of plates, napkins, forks, and even a knife to cut the cake landed on the table.
“Anything else?” Jacob said.
“Can you turn on the water for tea?” Delphie asked.
“I can just make you tea,” Jacob said.
“Really?” Delphie asked.
“Pfft,” Jacob said. “It’s not even. . .”
A mug floated off the shelf. It filled with water and hung in the air in front of Jacob. He put his hands around the mug. A teabag of Delphie’s favorite green tea came out of the pantry to land in the mug.
“Hard,” Jacob said.
Mike looked at Valerie and said, “We’ve been practicing.”
“Obviously,” Valerie said.
Sam came into the living room.
“What’s going on?” Sam asked.
“Jake’s showing off,” Delphie said. “Did you know he can make tea with just his hands?”
“Me, too,” Sam said. “It’s a family trait.”
Sam walked into the kitchen and turned on the pot. Everyone laughed. Sam grinned.
“Just leave those, son,” Sam said.
Jacob just looked at him.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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