Denver Cereal

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
(part six) 
“What does that mean? ‘Off the rack’?” Mike asked.
“It’s a line that can be sold off a rack in a store,” Frederic said.  “My father retired and needed something to do. This was his idea.  So, we’re trying women’s clothing in the fall and men’s in the spring.  Maman wants to create children’s [...]

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
(part five)
“This is my dear friend, Claire,” Alex said.  She came over to give Val a hug. Leaning in, she said, “She speaks English but she’s impossible to understand when she’s excited.  Do you speak French?”
Val shook her head.
“No problem, I’ll translate,” Alex said.  “Claire brought a few dresses for you to look [...]

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
(part four)
“I’m Frederic,” a young man said in heavily accented English.
“Nice to meet you, Frederic.  I’m Mike.”
“Yes.  I need you to take your clothing off.”
“Why?” Mike asked.
“I have to see what your body looks like in order to make sure we get something that looks right…um… right for you.” The man touched his arm.  [...]

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
(part three)
“I think you both are very brave,” Sandy said.  “Muffin?”
Aden heard the kids move forward.  Blowing out the last of his rage, he walked forward into the kitchen. Noelle sitting on a bar stool at the kitchen median while Nash was sitting in front of the kitchen computer.  They were both eating [...]

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
(part two)
Aden woke alone on the cramped twin guest bed.
And certain he had never felt so very alone.
Jill told him to go slow.  He had tried to go slow.  But last night….
He lost her.
Standing from the bed, he stretched his sore body.  He smirked at himself in the guest bathroom.  His neck, chest and [...]

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
(part one)
Sunday morning, 6:30 AM
Jill tapped on Mike and Val’s door.  When no one answered, she knocked.  Naked, Mike jerked open the door just as her hand moved to pounded on it.  She thumped him on the sternum.
“Sorry.”
Mike nodded and swung the door closed.
“WAIT,” Jill said. She held the door open with her hand.  [...]

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