CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SIXTY-FIVE
Friday afternoon — 1:31 a.m.
Sandy opened her eyes.
While she had no idea of where she was, she knew the sound she was hearing — her girlfriends were here.
“Look,” Heather said.
There was movement in the room. Jill appeared in front of her.
Sandy smiled or tried to smile.
“Don’t smile,” Jill said in a soft tone. “Your jaw is wired together.”
Sandy’s left eyebrow dipped for a moment as Sandy tried to remember what had happened. Jill opened her mouth to tell Sandy. Sandy tried to nod but she was restrained by a neck brace. She remembered.
There was more movement in the room. Heather sat on the other side of the bed.
“Tanesha was here early this morning,” Heather said.
“S-k-l,” Sandy said gutturally.
Jill and Heather nodded. As if Sandy had just left the room to get something from the kitchen, Heather updated her on their conversation.
“I was just telling Jill that Jeraine is having trouble in Vegas,” Heather said. “Seems like Hecate found him a place to play but the guy he signed a contract with …”
Heather stopped to see if Sandy remembered. She gave a slight nod.
“He’s now saying that he never intended on having Jeraine in residence there,” Heather said.
“He signed Jeraine only to lock him into not playing anywhere,” Jill said.
Sandy made a guttural sound of disgust.
“I said the same thing,” Heather said with a grin. “What a jerk.”
Sandy nodded. Sandy gestured to her ring finger.
“Aden’s been here at night,” Heather said. “He’s at Lipson now. Would you like me to call him?”
“He wanted to save his sick time so that he could be home when you get there,” Jill said.
“He seems okay,” Heather said. “He’s worried and misses you terribly, but otherwise he seems okay.”
“Jsssst,” Sandy said. She drew a question mark in the air to indicate that she was just asking.
Jill and Heather nodded. Sandy put her arms in a gesture of “baby.” Jill shot Heather a look. Sandy hadn’t asked about the children yet. They’d argued over what to tell her. Heather nodded to Jill.
“Rachel misses you terribly,” Jill said. “Mack and Jack have kind of taken her under their wing. Maggie has been great. She has so much experience with her father being gone. They are amazing.”
Jill lifted her shoulders in a shrug.
“Valerie’s home, so she’s helping with the kids,” Jill continued. “It’s nice to see her enjoy some family time. The kids adore her, of course. The doctor won’t let the kids come to see you yet.”
Sandy made a “why” face.
“You’re fairly bruised and swollen,” Jill said.
“You don’t really have the strength yet to take care of them,” Heather added.
Sandy tried to make a fist. When she was unable she lifted her hand up to see. Her hand was in a full cast, fingers and all. She groaned.
Sandy made the baby gesture again.
“Do you …?” Jill looked at Heather.
Heather shook her head.
“N-sh, N’ll?” Sandy asked. “Ch-rly. S-ssy?”
“Sissy is good,” Jill said. “She calls every night to see how you are.”
Jill nodded her head to Heather.
“You probably remember that the other kids are staying at O’Malley’s,” Heather said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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