Monday morning — 9 A.M.
“You wanted to see me?” Jacob asked.
In an attempt to look like he was working, he sat behind a desk. The acupuncture needles had zonked him out. Aden sat in a chair next to him and Blane stood behind him. Sam Lipson stood to the side of the desk. If Jacob fell over, he was pretty sure one of them would catch him.
“You have NO RIGHT! NO RIGHT at all,” Honey said. She stood in front of the desk. “I… I…”
Honey dropped back into a chair to cry. Even though she looked like her mother and older sister, Honey Lipson was a totally different creature. There was no air or pretense about her. She wore blue jeans, work boots and a button down blue shirt with ‘Lipson Construction’ stitched on the pocket. Her white blond hair was pulled back in a simple pony tail.
“What happened?” Sam put his hand on her shoulder. “Honey, we don’t have any idea what’s going on. Can you tell us?”
“Mom told us last night… the whole thing… about the trusts, I mean.” She popped to her feet and loomed over the desk. “And I don’t give a CRAP about any trust. I don’t want your money. And just because my father is in prison and my mother is an idiot and my sister is a jerk. None of that has anything to do with me. You can’t FIRE ME because of them!”
“Fire you?” Jacob asked. “Who fired you?”
“YOU DID,” Honey screamed. “And it’s so UNFAIR. I’ve worked really hard and I’m really good on the roads. Everyone likes me. AND I’M NOT GIVING THE NAME BACK.”
She crossed her arms and plopped back down in the chair.
“Dad?” Jacob asked. Sam shook his head.
“Aden?” Jacob asked.
Aden shrugged. Jacob knew Aden was against hiring Honey when she graduated from high school. But Honey had proved to be a great employee. She worked hard, never complained and had become integral part of a road team. Jacob squinted his eyes at Aden to ask if Aden had fired her while Jacob was in the hospital. Aden shook his head.
Jacob turned to see Blane looking at Honey as if she was insane. Blane had such bad experiences with the step-whore that he refused to speak to Honey.
“Honey, we don’t have any idea what’s going on,” Jacob said. “This is my first day back. Can you slow down and tell us what’s going on?”
“Oh,” Honey said. “You don’t?”
The men shook their heads at her.
“Oh,” Honey said again. “I’m still not giving the name back. Sam’s the only Dad I ever had.”
“Ok, we have that in common,” Jacob said. “He’s the only Dad I’ve ever had too.”
Honey gave Jacob a watery smile.
“What happened today, Honey?” Sam asked. “You started to tell us. Your Mom told you about the trusts last night. And…”
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
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