CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and THIRTY-SIX
Sunday afternoon — 4:14 p.m.
Kayenta, Arizona, at the hotel on the Navajo Reservation
“Hey,” Nadia said to Sandy, as she walked out onto the patio by the pool.
“Hey,” Sandy said.
With Rachel Ann in her arms, Sandy was standing in the shade near the swimming pool. Rachel’s face was bright red, her eyes wet with tears, and her fists were clenched.
“She okay?” Nadia asked.
“We got a little angry and sad this afternoon,” Sandy said.
“Oberwhelp’d,” Rachel Ann said.
“Overwhelmed,” Sandy said with a nod. “Too much fun. Too much sun.”
Grinning, Nadia had to look away to keep from laughing from the sheer sweetness of the little girl.
“We’re having a little break,” Sandy said. She kissed Rachel Ann’s hair. “How was your run?”
“Great,” Nadia said. “I …”
Sandy turned to look at Nadia.
“You know, when I’m at home, I think — ‘What the hell am I doing with …’” Nadia’s voice trailed off. “Well, you know.”
“With Nash,” Sandy said. She nodded. “I do know.”
“Then we get together,” Nadia said. “Just for a run after he got back from the site. And … I feel … in ways I cannot even begin to explain. I want more and more — time, conversation, laughter … It’s intoxicating and terrifying but mostly…”
Nadia looked at Sandy for a moment.
“Oberwhelping,” Nadia said with a grin.
“He’s really great,” Nadia said, with a nod. “I feel whole when he’s around.”
“I think he’d say the same thing,” Sandy said. “You saw the girls?”
Three teenaged girls were waiting for Nash to return to the hotel. He had a bevy of female attention the moment he stepped into the hotel.
“I did see the girls,” Nadia said with a nod.
Sandy chuckled while Nadia blushed.
“I mean, I saw them and was like: ‘He should be with kids his own age,’” Nadia said. “I don’t want to ever stand in the way of something he wants or needs. Ever.”
“God, I sound like Ivan. He used to say that all the time about Sissy.” Imitating Ivan’s accent, Nadia added, “She should grow at her own pace, not be saddled with old man.”
She uncomfortably looked around.
“You know, Nash has something to say about what he wants,” Sandy said.
Looking uncomfortable, Nadia looked out across the patio where two brand-new propane barbecues sat. Nelson was drinking a beer and talking Tres Sierra while he worked one of the grills. The other grill was run by Gando Peaches.
“Who’s that?” Nadia asked. “The tall guy talking to Nelson.”
“Tres Sierra,” Sandy said. “He works at Lipson Construction as their CFO.”
“Hot guy,” Nadia said. “Kinda young to be a CFO.”
“He’s good at it,” Sandy said.
“Is he here for …?” Nadia let her words hang in the air as Heather walked over to the men. Tres and Heather’s heads pressed together as they spoke for a few minutes. Tres kissed her cheek, and she smiled.
“Heather and Tres?” Nadia asked.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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