“What would I know?” Jacob shrugged as if he didn’t know what Blane was talking about.
“Fuck you Jacob Marlowe,” Blane said. “You have this gift and you won’t share it?”
“Sorry, force of habit,” Jacob said. “I don’t know how to describe what I see. I see you with a family that is your family. Children, love, and very happy. But I also see you not sick. No HIV. No Hep C. Nothing.”
“So it will happen?” Blane said.
Aden put his hand on Blane’s shoulder. Blane turned to look at him.
“He’s saying you will find love and more,” Aden said. “But first, we have to get you well. No anger.”
Blane nodded his head.
“Family problem number one? Honey Lipson. Or family problem number two? Your father’s ridiculous divorce papers,” Blane asked.
“Is Dad still here?” Jacob asked.
“I’ll get him,” Blane said. “Should I get Honey?”
“Let’s talk to her when Dad’s here,” Jacob said. “Is she…”
“She’s been crying,” Blane said. “She seems very upset.”
“Family problem number one.” Jacob nodded.
“Coming up,” Blane said.
<p>Coming back from dropping Katy off, Jill pressed open the side door. The Castle buzzed with activity and various Lipson employees. She looked longingly at the apartment door, but turned into the Castle living room. She was supposed to... </p> <p>She stopped walking. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. Time for a mental list.</p> <p>Laundry first. Move out? She grimaced. She and Jacob had argued about it last night and this morning. She thought she should return to her apartment. Jacob begged her to stay. </p> <p>Jill sighed. </p> <p>Groceries? No, they have groceries delivered. Val asked her to... God, rich people live in some foreign land. Who knew that groceries could be delivered? </p> <p>List of groceries! That’s right! Val asked her to make a grocery list. </p> <p>She was meeting Sandy at her condo in… Jill glanced at her watch. She was meeting Sandy in three hours for a girl’s day of hair styling and...</p> <p>“Excuse me,” a woman wearing inexpensive but professional dress said. “Are you Jill? Jillian Roper?”</p> <p>“I am,” Jill said. </p> <p>Lawyer? No, Jacob’s lawyers were expensive. They’d wear better shoes. </p> <p>“Oh great. Mr. Marlowe said you were coming back...”</p> <p>“Here I am,” Jill said. Jill smiled at the woman. </p> <p>The woman’s voice was professional but a little rude. Maybe she was a lawyer.</p> <p>“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Patti,” the woman said. “I work in Human Resources at Lipson Construction? Mr. Marlowe has some papers for you to sign.”</p> <p>“Papers?” </p> <p>“Insurance papers? For you and Katherine?”</p> <p>“Insurance?” </p> <p>The woman blinked, blushed, and then said, “You have no idea what I’m talking about or who I am.”</p> <p>Jill shook her head.</p> <p>Patti laughed. She put her hand on Jill’s arm.</p> <p>“We had this idea... Mr. Marlowe’s never even dated anyone,” Patti said. “Then all of a sudden, there’s a girl and child and well... When Blane told us to get this together, well, we thought...”</p> <p>“Gold digger?” Jill asked.</p> <p>“Please don’t tell him. He’ll be furious,” Patti said. “Is he really adopting your daughter?”</p> <p>“He wants to,” Jill said.</p> <p>“He’s great with kids. He’s like an uncle to all the Lipson kids. He stops by the school to read to them at least once a week. Will Katy go to the school?” </p> <p>“What school?”</p> <p>“Let’s start by getting these papers signed.”</p> <p>“Insurance?”</p> <p>“Health, dental, life, extended care,” Patti said. “For you and Katherine.”</p> <p>Patti looked at Jill’s confused face then smiled. </p> <p>“Do you have a cell phone?”</p> <p>“A cell phone?”</p> <p>“Mr. Marlowe has a new phone for you,” Patti said. “Come on. I’ll explain everything.”</p><p><em>The retelling of Celia's Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow...
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