CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SIXTY-EIGHT
Saturday morning — 6:04 a.m.
“What are you doing?” Teddy whispered.
“I’m going to see my mom,” Noelle said in a whisper. “Dad said I could see her today. It’s today.”
“What time is it?” Teddy asked.
“Early,” Noelle said. “But it’s still today! And Dad said I could see her today.”
She was standing on the den floor in her pajamas.
“Shh,” Noelle said. “Don’t wake Nash.”
She gestured to the figure on the other couch. Teddy nodded.
“I don’t know if I should …” Teddy started.
“Come on!” Noelle said. “You’ll wake Nash.”
Noelle made a dramatic show of tiptoeing toward the door where Sandy was staying. Teddy rolled his eyes at her efforts. She had to stop and hold her mouth to keep from laughing. He shook his head and pointed to Noelle’s socked feet. He slipped his feet across the hardwood. She nodded.
They slipped over to the door.
“What about your Dad?” Teddy whispered.
“He sleeps through anything,” Noelle said with a nod. “He won’t wake up.”
“You’re sure?” Teddy whispered.
“I don’t know,” Teddy said. He looked worried. “I might have to see dead people who were startled to death.”
Noelle hugged him tight. He sighed out his intense emotions.
“Where’s the dog?” Teddy whispered.
“She went up with Ava and Seth,” Noelle said. “Come on. Dad said we could see her today.”
Teddy nodded. Noelle cracked the door open just an inch. She stuck her nose in the room. Turning back to Teddy, she nodded.
She pushed the door open a crack wider and slid into the room. Teddy slid in behind her. Sandy was lying in the bed near the middle of the room. She was still hooked up to machines and there was an IV dripping, but her cheeks held a little color.
Noelle noticed that Cleo the cat was asleep above Sandy’s head on the edge of her pillow.
They continued their slide into the room. Noelle pointed to her father, who was sound asleep on a smaller daybed. A tall man, his feet dangled off the end of the bed.
Teddy held his finger to his lips to remind her not to talk.
They slid silently toward the bed.
“Oh,” Noelle said out loud when she got there.
Nash was asleep on his side with his arm over Sandy’s stomach. His face was puffy and red as if he’d been crying. Nash didn’t wake up but Sandy did. She tried to reach of Noelle and Teddy but wasn’t able to with her broken fingers.As tears streamed down her face, Noelle fell over onto Sandy. Teddy was so overcome with emotion that he stood there.
“She can’t speak,” Aden said from the daybed behind where Teddy was standing. Teddy looked at him. “I know she wants you to hug her.”
Teddy began to cry. He leaned over her legs.
“Good thing we didn’t wake up the kids,” Seth said with a laugh.
Everyone turned to look at him. Maresol came in behind him.
“You okay Sandy?” Maresol asked.
Sandy’s eyes flicked to Marsol. Her head went up and down very slightly in a nod.
“I’ll get breakfast,” Maresol said. She pushed Seth into the room. “Your dad would like to see you.”
Sandy’s eyes flicked to Seth. He took three steps and joined the kids in hugging her.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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