CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
(part six)

November 26 – 7:30 P.M.

Laughing at Katy and Paddie’s re-creation of their martial arts lesson, Jill went toward the Castle side door to answer the bell. Aden yelled something and she turned to look at him. Everyone was happy, light, and excited about the Thanksgiving holiday. It was a Castle tradition to host a small dessert party. In Castle style, that meant small desserts and not a small sized party.

Expecting another friend, Jill opened the door.

“Who might you be?” The thin little man asked.

Glancing to see if the gate was closed, she shook her head at the man.

“Jillian Roper Marlowe? Or Heather Lipson? Or Honey Lipson-Scully? I know you not Valerie Lipson.”

“Jillian Roper,” Jill said. “What do you want?”

“I have a couple things for you.” The man gave her a stack of papers then pulled out another set of papers.  “Is Heather or Blane Lipson here?”

Jill turned away from the door to look at her papers. Hearing her name, Heather came to the door.

“Did you need something?” Heather asked.

“I have this for you,” the little man tried to hand her papers.

“What is it?”

“You’re being sued,” the little man said.

“WHAT?” Heather tried to shut the door on the man. He stuck his foot in the door. “I’m just the server. Just doing my job.”

Mike came up behind Heather.

“What is it?”

“Some guy who says I’m being sued.”

Mike yanked the door open.

“Jacob Lipson?”

“He’s here,” Mike said. “Why don’t you just give me everything you have?”

“I don’t get paid if they don’t get them.”

The man tossed a stack of papers toward Heather. Out of instinct, Heather caught them. She was about to toss them back when Blane took them from her.

“What’s going on?” Jacob asked Jill. She was standing in the doorway to the living room staring at the papers.

“Lawsuits,” Mike said. “There’s one for you.”

Jacob held his hand out. The man set a stack of papers in his hand. Jacob put his arm around Jill and led her from the doorway. Delphie, Sam and Aden came to the door to see what was going on.

Mike tried to close the door but the server put his foot in the door again.

“WHAT?”

“There’s a couple more,” the thin man said. “One for Valerie Lipson.”

“I’ll take it,” Mike said. “I’m her husband. I handle this stuff. Anyone else?”

“Aden Norsen.”

Aden reached past Mike to take his set of papers.

“Honey Lipson-Scully.”

MJ stalked to the door. MJ’s dark look made the server gulp.

“You’re not Honey,” the server sputtered.

“Prove it,” MJ said. “Give me the papers.”

“Subpoena. It’s just a sub…subpoena.”

With a parting growl, MJ snatched Honey’s subpoena and marched away.

“Anything else?” Mike asked.

“Yeah, there’s one here for Chastity Grace Bell,” the man said.

“There’s no one by that name here,” Mike said. “You’re out of luck.”

Mike tried to close the door only to hit the servers foot again.

“Move your foot,” Mike said.

“There’s another name here.”

“What?” Mike asked.

“Chastity Grace Bell.”

“I told you there’s no one here by that name.”

“It says a.k.a. Oracle Taber.”

“Nope, you’re shit out of luck on that one.” Mike tried to close the door again.

“There’s another name!” The server shouted.

Mike’s very being radiated his irritation. He motion with his hand for the man to say the other name.

“Del-Fi.”

Delphie put a hand on Mike’s arm.  She smiled at the thin man and took the papers from him. She winked at Mike’s stunned face. The process server bowed and Delphie shut the door in his face.

Denver Cereal continues on Monday….