CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and EIGHTEEN
“Ah,” Seth said, with a grin. “I take it you knew Big Daddy?”
Seth asked of Bernice’s legendary deceased mobster husband. The man gave a quick nod with his chin.
“You?” the man asked.
“I met him around the time I bought that building,” Seth said. “His father-in-law, Bernice’s father, taught me jazz piano. Whatever Big Daddy was, he was very good to me. Bernice is a dear friend.”
The man nodded in agreement.
“What do you say about the space?” the man asked.
“Take a look at the space,” Seth said. “The kitchen is good sized but the restaurant is small. Just a few tables and five booths. We have a permit for outside space, but have never built it out. You’re welcome to see what you can do with it.”
“It’s okay with you,” the man said, looking relieved.
“Of course,” Seth said. “You should ask these kids to donate.”
Seth raised his eyebrows at the music editor. Looking embarrassed, the engineers and the music editor nodded.
“We’ll donate,” the lead engineer said.
“I will, as well,” Seth said. “Claire has the checkbook. Just tell her what you need.”
The man nodded and turned to go.
“How much?” the man asked.
“Why don’t you see what you need?” Seth asked. “The restaurant moved out a couple of years ago. The space will likely need some work. At the very least, we can take on whatever you need to get up and going. Let us know what you need. I know a lot of people from all walks of life. My housekeeper in Denver and her family even own farms. Let me know what you need and I can find it.”
Nodding, the man left.
“You’re okay to do that?” the second engineer asked. “That’s a lot of money!”
“The building was paid off about nearly thirty years ago,” Seth said. “Outside of updates to the building, the roof, and rehabbing the apartments, the rents go into a fund. We’ve used it before for emergencies and national disasters in the city.”
“I’ve been very fortunate in my life,” Seth said. “I try to share that with people in need. That’s all. Now, either we get back to work or I’m going home to sleep.”
“My hip’s killing me,” Seth said.
“I say we call it,” the lead engineer said.
The second engineer and the music editor turned to look at him.
“What?” the lead engineer asked. “I want to see the building!”
The young people nodded. Seth stood up, pulled on his sweatshirt hoodie, and hobbled to the door of the recording area. They took a cab to the building and got there in time to see Claire unlocking the restaurant space for the man who’d just visited Seth. Claire came to help Seth up the stairs leaving the young people with the man. When Claire returned, the man nodded to her.
“This will work,” the man said.
“When will you start?” Claire asked.
“Right now, if that’s okay with you,” the man said.
“Absolutely,” Claire said with a smile. “O’Malley will be thrilled.”
The man nodded and took out his cellphone to make calls.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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