CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SIXTY-THREE
Thursday afternoon — 3:44 p.m.
Tres Sierra stepped out of his electric SUV. He turned and reached across the seats to get his tablet computer.
“Hey,” came from behind him.
He straightened and turned around to see Blane coming down Race Street toward him. Tres held out his arms and the men hugged.
“Where are you coming from?” Tres asked.
“Work out,” Blane said. “New rec center. I thought I’d walk home.”
“I’m looking forward to going there,” Tres said. “You’ll go with me?”
“Of course,” Blane said. “Nice ride.”
“I just picked it up,” Tres said. “Can you help me later with the car seats?”
Blane gave Tres a wide grin.
“I tried by they are so confusing,” Tres said. “And I really don’t want to screw it up.”
“I get Jacob to do them,” Blane said. “Are they in there?”
Blane nodded toward the car. Tres nodded.
“Give me the keys,” Blane said. “I’ll get Jake to do them. You’re coming to dinner after you talk with Nelson?”
“I think we both are,” Tres said.
Blane nodded. Tres gave him the keys. Blane pointed up to Nelson’s yard, and Tres turned to see Nelson standing outside his door. When Tres turned back, Blane was walking toward the Castle.
“See you tonight,” Blane yelled.
Tres waved good-bye. Smiling, Tres started up the walk to meet Nelson.
“It’s kind of tricky to get back here,” Nelson said. “I thought I’d just wait out here.”
“Glad you did,” Tres said.
Nelson held out his hand to shake but Tres gave him a warm hug.
“You and Blane …” Nelson said when he pulled back. “You …”
Tres clapped Nelson’s back.
“That’s a tale that deserves a beer,” Tres said. “I’ve spent the last hour at the car dealership and could use something to wash the taste out of my mouth.”
Grinning, Nelson led Tres back inside his carriage house. He took two beers out of the refrigerator.
“I haven’t really drink since … you know … Blane and me,” Nelson said.
“Why’s that?” Tres took the caps off the beers.
“Blane’s an addict and an alcoholic!” Nelson said.
“He doesn’t want you to not have a beer or two,” Tres said. “He’s said that to me. He doesn’t want to be around alcoholics or addicts. Is that you?”
A tall man, Tres leaned down a bit to look into Nelson’s eyes. Nelson shook his head. Tres held out his beer and they “clinked” the bottles.
“Cheers,” Tres said as Nelson said, “Santé.”
“This is nice,” Tres said looking around the carriage house.
“Jake?” Tres asked.
“Who else?” Nelson asked with a chuckle. “The man has a lock on the remodeling of everyone I know.”
Tres nodded. He turned around and then pointed to the door off the kitchen.
“Pantry?” Tres asked.
“Small guest bedroom,” Nelson said.
“Nice,” Tres said. “Can I …”
He waved his hand in a circle.
“Sure,” Nelson said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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