CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTEEN
“Do we trust that they will get it right?” Nadia asked. She yawned. “I’m sorry. I have to get some rest.”
She clicked off the video call.
“Ian, why don’t you send us the list of families?” Sandy asked. “We’ll see what we can do.”
“You sure?” Ian asked, his Australian accent strong.
“Absolutely,” Sandy said.
“Do not over tax yourself, Sandra,” Ian said.
Sandy grinned at him in reproach, and he nodded. He wasn’t responsible for her.
“I will send what we have,” Ian said. “You’ll let me know?”
“I will,” Sandy said.
“Right,” Ian said.
Ian waved to the girlfriends, and they waved back at him. When he was gone, Sandy closed the laptop.
“You’re sure you can do this?” Sandy asked.
“Of course,” Heather said. “Easy.”
Sandy grinned at Heather. She disappeared.
“How’s school?” Sandy asked Jill and Tanesha.
“Mine’s on hold,” Tanesha said. “We can take classes virtually but they haven’t figured it out yet.”
“Same here,” Jill nodded. “I think we’re off until the end of the semester.”
“That sucks,” Tanesha said. “You were almost done with school.”
“I’d rather not catch the virus,” Jill said.
“Me, too,” Tanesha said. “The ERs are crazy. They’ve asked for volunteers and…”
Tanesha shook her head.
“I want to help,” Tanesha said. “But it terrifies me, you know. I don’t want to get sick.”
Jill and Sandy nodded.
“How’s Jeraine?” Sandy asked.
“Pissed off,” Tanesha said. “He was ready to open the show and now this. They aren’t able to open. I’m sure he and his team will come up with something. But he’s worked so hard to make this show and now there are no shows.”
“Crazy,” Jill said. “It’s all just crazy. And all of the anger and division? I don’t know how we’re going to get through it.”
“At least we have each other,” Tanesha said. When Jill and Sandy seemed lost in their own thoughts, Tanesha added, “We do have each other, right?”
Jill hugged Tanesha and Sandy reached out a hand. Tanesha began to cry.
“I don’t know what I would do without you guys,” Tanesha said. “There’s so much hate coming at me.”
Not sure of what to say, Jill and Sandy just held on to Tanesha. Heather returned.
“How’d it go?” Sandy asked Heather.
Jill let go of Tanesha. They turned to look at Heather.
“They’re suing,” Heather said. “They want to review everything we have so they can determine what we might be hiding from them.”
“Ugh,” Sandy said. She dropped her head.
“Good,” Jill said. They turned to look at her. “Then it’s up to the attorneys. We can go swimming and enjoy our day.”
“Great thinking,” Tanesha said.
“I can’t go swimming,” Sandy said.
“Heather?” Tanesha asked.
Heather snapped her fingers, and Sandy’s ankle was covered in a waterproof silicone.
“Wow, that’s cool,” Sandy said.
“Tanesha’s idea,” Heather said.
“You are such a great friend,” Sandy said.
“Come on,” Jill said.
They went out into the cool spring air to the carriage house. Jill ran ahead to open the door. They went into the warm, moist air. Like they had when they were teens, they hung out in the hot tub and swam in the pool. For the next hour or so, they were able to let their pressures and stress fade away. Soon they would return to the pressures of the pandemic and their young families.
For now, they had each other.
That was enough.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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