CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SEVENTY-ONE
Sunday mid-day — 1:12 p.m.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Abi said to Maresol as she entered Seth O’Malley’s home. “I brought the girls with me. Their dad is studying today and I …”
“They are welcome here,” Maresol said.
Maresol dropped to her knees and held out her hand.
“I’m Maresol,” she said.
Zoe looked into Maresol’s face. The child touched Maresol’s chin before smiling. Maresol took Zoe’s hand and shook it. Zoe giggled.
“Zoe,” the toddler said.
“I’m Zaidy,” the other child said.
Maresol took Zaidy’s hand and shook it. Zaidy smiled at Maresol and Maresol felt like the room lit up just a tiny bit more. Maresol looked up at Abi.
“They are so beautiful,” Maresol said. “Smart.”
“They are happy girls,” Abi said. “They absolutely love …”
“Zoe!” Noelle said. “Zaidy!”
Grinning from ear to ear, the girls toddled over. Noelle took one child in each hand and walked them into the den area. Abi and Maresol watched them go.
“Noelle,” Abi said. “They have missed not having her there at the Castle.”
Maresol smiled at Abi and nodded.
“I always feel like I should kneel in your presence,” Maresol said. “O’Malley told me that you hate that.”
“I do indeed,” Abi said. She put her hand on Maresol’s arm. “It’s a great gift for me that my friend Sandy is safe and healing well. I’m sure it’s a lot of work for you.”
“She’s Seth’s daughter,” Maresol said with a shrug. “She’s family.”
“Yes,” Abi said. “Thank you for that.”
Maresol wasn’t sure why, but she felt a surge of warmth coming off this woman. Maresol smiled.
“Come in,” Maresol said. “Seth and his father are in Poland.”
“Yes, the big trip!” Abi said.
Maresol grinned. They walked into the kitchen together. Maresol was wondering what Abi might like.
“I would love some tea, thank you,” Abi said.
“Tea it is,” Maresol said.
“Would you mind terribly if I stepped in to see Sandy?” Abi asked.
“I think she’s asleep,” Maresol said.
“That’s okay,” Abi said. “I just need a moment.”
Maresol looked at Abi for a moment. She had the sense that something was going on, but she wasn’t sure what. She remembered something Delphie had told her.
“I wondered …” Maresol said.
“Yes?” Abi asked.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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