CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED and NINETY-TWO
Sunday morning — 6:32 a.m.
“Tink?” Sissy asked.
Tink was sitting in a window seat near the front of the building. Her knees were up and her arms were around her knees. Tink looked over at Sissy and smiled.
“I was watching the ducks on the river,” Tink said.
Sissy held out a mocha latte and Tink took the warm drink from her. Tink moved over and Sissy joined her on the window seat. They looked out the window for a few minutes.
“It’s so quiet here,” Tink said. “So pretty.”
“I keep thinking about Chet, you know,” Tink said. Her eyes wet with tears. “How much he wanted to travel, to go to New York City or Paris. We used to talk about it when we were kids. Our step-dad would have disciplined us for doing some stupid thing. He’d lock us in the creepy basement. We’d hold hands and lie on the dirt floor. I’d tell him stories about what Paris was like, how much fun we’d have …”
Tink stopped talking. Silent tears ran down her face.
“I never thought I’d get here and he wouldn’t,” Tink said. “Never, like never ever. I always thought that he’d get here and I’d … Well, I’d be so jealous.”
Tink sniffed. She wiped her tears with the palm of her hand. Sissy knew what it was like to lose someone important. She knew that Tink just needed to talk, so she didn’t say anything.
“It’s been a dream come true,” Tink said. “We had so much fun in New York. I mean New York City! It was everything I dreamed it would be and more. Giovanni is such a great friend to us. He had all of this insider information and all of these connections. He set up all of our tickets and even came with us a few times. Then whoosh I’m in Paris in France! I mean, when Heather insisted that I get a passport, I thought she was crazy. I mean, it’s not like we have tons of money. Then we’re all here — just here. And that’s after spending a day in London in England!”
Tink slowly shook her head.
“Giovanni showed us all over London,” Tink said. “He and Nadia have a big plans for today. Then tonight, we have a dance party, and then it’s back to Denver.”
Tink shook her head at the improbability.
“Charlie and me will be back at school in two days,” Tink said. “Wearing our uniforms, studying our lessons, and …”
Tink’s jaw muscles popped out as she ground her teeth together.
“And?” Sissy asked.
“My baby brother missed everything,” Tink said.
Tink broke down. She leaned her head against her knees and cried. Sissy softly rubbed her back to let her know that she wasn’t alone in the world.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…
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