CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY-SIX
“How’s my baby Rachel Ann?” Claire asked.
Sandy angled the laptop so that Claire could see Rachel Ann asleep on her bed.
“The kids are sleeping in,” Sandy said.
“She’s growing so fast,” Claire said.
“Aden’s tall,” Seth said.
Sandy nodded. Maresol came in Seth’s bedroom with Seth’s father, Bernie. Maresol was speaking in fast Spanish, too fast for Sandy to interpret. Bernie was nodding to everything Maresol said.
“Hello, beautiful girl,” Bernie said when he was close to the laptop.
Seth shifted the laptop camera so that Bernie was in the frame.
“How are you feeling?” Bernie asked.
“I’m okay,” Sandy said. “Tired. Sore. The usual.”
Bernie grinned at her.
“You’re healing,” Bernie said. “Now what is this that’s going on?”
Sandy scowled. Sometimes Bernie strung words English words together that were more suited to other languages.
“Just lay it out there,” Seth said. Turning to the women and his father, Seth added, “We’ll listen to everything she says and only then ask questions.”
Seth shot the stink eye at Maresol, who usually interrupted. Maresol put her hand on her chest and mouthed “Me.” Seth pointed at her and laughed. She grinned at him.
“Shut up, old man,” Maresol said in a good natured ribbing. “Sandy has something to tell us.”
“Here’s what happened,” Sandy said.
She told him blow by blow about what happened late last night. She made sure not to leave any detail out. Whenever Maresol took a breath to start interrupting, Claire put her hand on Maresol’s forearm to remind her to listen to everything.
“Do I need to get the movers back?” Maresol asked. “Get that out of the house? We can get a storage unit or…”
“We’re safe for now, but we may need to move it,” Sandy said.
“Don’t do anything until we get back,” Maresol said.
“I won’t,” Sandy said. She cleared her throat. “I called this early because I wanted to let you know what’s going on. I also…”
Sandy shifted a piece of hair behind her ear.
“You have the journal, right?” Sandy asked.
“I do,” Seth said. “Should I get it?”
Not waiting for an answer, Maresol left the room to get the journal that had started this whole thing.
“It’s okay,” Sandy said. “I just need you to check if she talks about these items in her journal.”
“Why do you ask?” Claire asked.
“Well…” Sandy said.
Sandy nodded to Maresol, who was coming in the room with the journal.
“I have it,” Maresol said. “What do you need?”
“Look up those swords,” Seth said. “Paris and…”
“Menelaus,” Bernie and Seth said in unison.
Maresol flipped through the journal. She stopped at a page.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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