CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN
“Remember that week long argument Nash and I had?” Aden asked.
“I’m not likely to forget it,” Sandy said.
“Life simply went on,” Aden said. “I was allowed to be mad. Nash was allowed to be mad. We had a few blow ups, but …”
“No one took sides or judged,” Sandy said.
“They seemed to trust that we’d work it out,” Aden said.
“You did,” Sandy said.
“I mean, it’s a weird mix of everyone being in your business and everyone minding their own business,” Aden said.
“I just keep thinking that it’s going to end,” Sandy said.
Aden looked at her for a long moment before putting his arm around her shoulders.
“Because that’s what you want?” Aden asked.
“Because it’s good, I think,” Sandy said.
“At some point, all of our kids will be gone,” Aden said with a nod.
Rachel ran across the grass toward them. Thinking Rachel was running to her, Sandy cleared her lap. Rachel dove at Charlie. He deftly caught her. He situated the little girl in front of him and put his arms around her. Sandy smiled at them.
“Things will change,” Sandy said. “But you’re saying that you’re still happy there.”
“Me, too,” Sandy said.
Aden and Sandy watched the dancers for a few minutes.
“What’s happening with Nuala?” Sandy asked about Nash and Noelle’s biological mother. She’s recently resurfaced and wanted money from Aden. “You had a conference with her attorney today.”
Aden shrugged. He looked at her.
“Nothing’s happening,” Aden said.
“Nothing?” Sandy asked.
“She’s making her demands,” Aden said. “We’re refusing them. She’s still in New York.”
“No movement at all?” Sandy asked.
“I don’t think she wants movement,” Aden said. “As long as I’m responsible for all of her problems, and responsible for fixing all of her problems, she doesn’t have to get well or change her own life.”
“It’s just sad,” Sandy said after a while.
“Why?” Aden asked.
“She has really great kids,” Sandy gestured to where Noelle and Nash were helping Teddy with the cameras. “She doesn’t get to be a part of their lives.”
“I don’t think she wants to be a part of their lives,” Aden said.
“Why would you say that?” Sandy asked.
“Because if she was, she’d have to give up being the child herself,” Aden shook his head. “That’s simply not going to happen.”
“You sound heartbroken,” Sandy said.
“Frustrated,” Aden said. “Angry. Sick of having to deal with it.”
He looked at Sandy.
“Delphie told me that there will be an end to it in the next couple of weeks,” Aden said.
“That doesn’t sound good,” Sandy said.
Aden nodded. He pointed to where Tink and her brother, Chet, were talking.
“Chet seems like he’s doing well,” Aden said.
“I think it’s like Nuala,” Sandy said.
“The next few weeks will tell?” Aden asked.
Sandy nodded. Aden shrugged with his eyes. They fell silent as they enjoyed the cool night and the dance.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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