CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SIXTY-THREE
“He … Blane, I mean, was emaciated, sick, and clearly distraught,” Tres said. “The first thing he said was, ‘How’s school? Did something happen?’ He was still my brother, my …”
Tres shook his head and looked over Nelson’s head.
“Anyway, Blane was back on his feet by the time I had finished my Masters in Finance,” Tres said. “He asked Jake to hire me as the assistant to the CFO at Lipson. The man was elderly, an original Celia hire. He taught me the ropes and when he retired, Blane pushed Jake to hire me. It was risky because I was so young, but …”
“Seems like it’s worked out,” Nelson said.
“It’s been great for me,” Tres said. “I’ve learned a ton. Helping to orchestrate through the employee buyout has set me up for life. Seriously. I could go anywhere and get a job. I’m hoping to retire at Lipson. That’s my goal. What about you?”
“What about me and Blane?” Nelson asked. Nelson blushed. “Are you asking about sex or …?”
“No,” Tres said with a grin and a shake of his head. “I don’t want to know about that.”
Nelson looked up at Tres.
“I was asking about what your goals were,” Tres said. “Do you plan on retiring from the Denver Crime lab? Going back to Emergency Medicine?”
“Oh,” Nelson said. “I haven’t thought that far. I like working for Ava, but anything could happen.”
“You still feel close to Blane?” Nelson asked.
“I feel like he’s my family,” Tres said. “Heather says that Blane calls me his little brother. I think that’s about right.”
“And Enrique?” Nelson asked.
“I have lunch with him every once and a while when my mother insists that I tell him something,” Tres said. “I don’t really feel one way or another about him. He’s like my elder siblings. They are people I know, relatives, otherwise …”
“So no big happy family parties,” Nelson said.
“No,” Tres said. “I’m a little …”
“Shy?” Nelson asked.
“Introverted,” Tres said.
“Me too,” Nelson said with a grin. He made a dramatic sigh. “You can’t imagine how relieved I am.”
“Why?” Tres asked.
“I just … I don’t know,” Nelson said. “You’re a young heterosexual male. Why move in with some lady and her husband?”
“And you?” Tres asked. Nelson nodded. “That ‘lady’ is a Greek Goddess.”
“That’s why?” Nelson asked. “To be near a Goddess?”
“No,” Tres shook his head. “You’re very verbal, Mr. Weeks. You’re going to have to slow it down for me.”
Squinting, Nelson nodded.
“I was just pointing out that Heather is a Goddess,” Tres said. “Not that all women aren’t Goddesses in their own rights. They are. It’s just that …” Tres sighed. “We are honored to be in her presence. If something wasn’t right, she would know it.”
“Oh,” Nelson said. “I never thought of it that way.”
“She has the choice of every man or woman on the planet,” Tres said. “She chose Blane and then she chose us. There’s a kind of responsibility and honor with that.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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