CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT
Monday evening — 7:20 p.m. ET
Heather was sitting at their dining room table when Fin returned Tanesha. She turned around to smile at Tanesha.
“Glad you had a good time,” Fin said.
He nodded to Heather, kissed Tanesha’s cheek, and disappeared. Tanesha gave Heather a wide smile which made Heather grin.
“Looks like you had a good time,” Heather said.
“Oh,” Tanesha said. She swung her purse and turned back and forth. “You could say that.”
Heather laughed. She nodded to the pitcher of water and glass in front of her. The water helped Tanesha combat the effects of traveling by fairy.
“Thanks,” Tanesha said.
She poured a glass of water and drank it down. Tanesha drank another glass of water before noticing what was on the table. Heather was holding their Grey Alien shaped salt shaker. Their Little Green Men alien shaped pepper shaker was sitting on the table to her left with the larger Reptilian Alien cinnamon and sugar shaker on her right.
“Planning an invasion?” Tanesha asked.
“An invasion?” Heather asked as she set the Grey Alien salt shaker in front of the other two aliens forming a triangle.
Heather picked up the grey Saucer Space Ship and put it in the middle of the triangle. Scowling, Tanesha pulled out the chair across from Heather and sat down. Heather pointed to the pitcher of water and Tanesha poured herself a glass of water. Heather cleared her throat.
“Fine,” Tanesha said, and drank down another glass of water. “What are you doing?”
“Besides making sure you drink your water?” Heather asked with a grin.
“With the Alien shakers,” Tanesha said.
Heather pointed to the disc.
“And the Alien space craft,” Tanesha added quickly.
“I was about to tell you,” Heather said.
“Oh,” Tanesha said with a smile.
“You’re a glow,” Heather said. “How was it with Jeraine?”
“He was …” Tanesha’s eyes misted over. “ … amazing.”
“Really?” Heather asked.
“I know,” Tanesha said. “It’s surprising. He woke up early. Took me to breakfast. We went for a run and carriage ride and a matinee of that play I’ve wanted to see and we just had the most romantic dinner I’ve ever had. When we made love, he was really present, available. I could see his love. For me. His love for me.”
Tanesha waved her hands over her eyes.
“You know?” Tanesha asked.
“Wow,” Heather said.
“I know!” Tanesha said. “I don’t want to even hope that this is what our life will be like now. I mean, I get that real life won’t … but he’s never been this … way … with me. I mean, I’ve seen him do it … you know, in the magazines and …”
Tanesha’s front teeth raked her lower lip. Her eyes welled with tears.
“Oh crap.” Unbidden, tears fell from Tanesha’s eyes.
“Sorry,” Heather said.
“He’s been so romantic with all of his women,” Tanesha said. “But me? I get the …”
Heather reached out to hold Tanesha’s hands.
“He was that way this time,” Heather said.
“Right,” Tanesha said. “What is he up to now?”
Heather gave Tanesha a soft smile. Tanesha’s forehead dropped to the table. Heather got up to smooth Tanesha’s hair. After a moment, Tanesha grabbed Heather’s hand.
“Don’t pet my afro,” Tanesha said with a tearful laugh.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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