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Celia's Puppies, Chapter Thirty-four: Slaying a Tiger (part four)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

(part four)

Thursday afternoon

“Hi Molly,” Sam said. Stepping aside, he let the young woman into the Castle. “Jacob’s not here. He, Aden and Blane went to Social Services.”

“Shit,” Molly said. Tugging on her curly brown hair, she bit her lip. “Crap.”

“I’m sure you can get him on his Blackberry. Do you have his number?” Sam asked.

“I’m his assistant, Mr. Lipson. I mean for his home rehab business. I mean, I’m really an accountant, well bookkeeper, but I also help him with customers and other stuff… And… I mean, I know he’s the President of Lipson Construction but…”

Nodding, Sam waited for the flood of words to end.

“I mean I saw him on television last night. Well, that’s part of the problem. And I tried his phone and even texted him. And, I mean, I know he’s super busy and when he doesn’t answer his text he’s usually asleep or sick or unable to answer or… I don’t know. It’s only been a week or so since he got injured but it seems like forever. And… Why are you home, Mr. Lipson?”

Sam continued nodding for a minute until he realized she had asked him a question.

“We’ve had an unusual day.”

“Oh,” Molly said. “How did the interview go? Mike and Val right?”

“It was painful for everyone who loves them. Did you watch it on television?”

“Uh huh,” Molly said. “I was surprised because she’s never done a live show or not in a long time or maybe never, I haven’t checked. She said the story was too compelling to hold onto, even for a week. Was it compelling to you? I was compelled. I cried a couple of times. Gosh that Wes is a real jerk. I hope…”

“Molly,” Sam said. “I was getting a change of clothing to go out to a site. You were looking for Jake?”

“Oh right.” Molly blushed. “Sorry. I don’t know what to do, Mr. Lipson.”

“Maybe I can help.” Sam led Molly into the main Castle living room.

“Wow, it’s really fixed up. Is this for the party?” Molly asked.

“Yep. You and Pete are coming, right?”

Molly nodded. She bit her lip again and pulled at her hair.

“Molly?”

“Just before Jake got hurt, like hours before, he pulled some windows from a house we are almost done with. I mean, the owners changed their minds and added the windows, so it’s really their fault. They’ve been really nice. The owners, I mean. They haven’t pressed at all but they want to move in. I mean, the house is really done but there are these gaping holes where the windows were. I asked the guy who does some of our extra carpentry work. He said he could help but Jake does it differently than everyone else. Well the owners? They want Jake. Period. I mean…”

“I can put windows in, Molly,” Sam said.

“Oh, that’s sweet of you, Mr. Lipson, but Jake puts them in a special way. He puts them in so you can’t…”

“See the nails or seams. Sure.”

“How did you know that?”

The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…

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