CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SIXTY-FOUR
Friday morning — 9:51 a.m.
“So he says …” Jeraine said. He dropped the bag full of dirty laundry on the floor of the laundry room.
“Yeah?” Heather asked as she came in behind him.
She set down their laundry bag. They turned and walked down the hallway to get the rest of their laundry. Friday morning was designated Heather, Blane, Jeraine, and Tanesha’s laundry time. For the last month or so, Jeraine and Heather had spent this unusual, yet oddly enjoyable, laundry time together.
“He says, ‘That’s the point,’” Jeraine said.
“What’s the point?” Heather asked.
“The point was to sign me to a contract and then not give me a show,” Jeraine said.
“And make sure you don’t get a show anywhere else?” Heather gasped.
Heather stopped walking and turned to him. He stopped at her side. He nodded and they continued walking along.
“Philarguria,” Heather said.
“What?” Jeraine asked.
Heather ducked into her apartment to get the other bag of dirty clothing and a bag of sheets from Blane’s acupuncture practice. When she returned to the hallway, she waited a minute for Jeraine to appear from his apartment. They walked toward the laundry room.
“What’s that word you used?” Jeraine asked.
“Philarguria?” Heather asked. Jeraine nodded. “It means the love of money, you know, avarice. I did that talk to the older kids at the Marlowe School about the Greek words for love.”
“I bet you left that one out,” Jeraine said.
“I did,” Heather said. “My grandmother thought we should talk about it because the love of money is so common now, but I said that we should talk about the forms of love that aren’t such a focus now.”
“And she actually agreed to do what you said?” Jeraine asked.
“I know. Weird, right?” Heather asked with a snort.
Jeraine grinned. They walked the rest of the way to the laundry room. For the next few minutes, they dumped out their laundry bags and sorted them into colors. The laundry room had two huge industrial laundry machines and big dryers. So it made sense for them to combine their clothing to fill the laundry. Heather poured in the laundry detergent and Jeraine set the settings. When the two machines were chugging along, they left the laundry room.
“You want to come to mine?” Jeraine asked.
“Sure,” Heather said.
“I made some bread this morning,” Jeraine said.
“Ginger?” Heather asked.
“With the crystalized ginger,” Jeraine said.
“Sold,” Heather said with a grin.
They went to the apartment where Jeraine, Tanesha, and Jabari were living. The housekeeping crew run by Rosa, and paid by everyone who lived in the Castle, had been through the apartment. It was tidy, clean, and smelled lovely. This apartment’s kitchen was just a stove, sink, and a refrigerator.
Jeraine put the kettle on the stove. Heather sat down at the bar.
“Why did you say that about avarice and that Greek word?” Jeraine asked.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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