CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and TWENTY-ONE
“I am not stupid,” Blane said. “So, get dressed. I’ll check in. We can head to the clinic.”
“Good,” Jill said. “Thanks.”
Blane held out his hands for the boy. She set him into his arms.
“I’ll send Tink up to take care of the kids,” Blane said.
“Thanks,” Jill said.
Blane left the loft. Jill changed out of her pajamas and into jeans and a long sleeved T-shirt. She grabbed a sweater that Delphie had knit for her. She checked on her boys before checking in with Katy. She found Katy, standing in the middle of her room, whispering into a walkie talkie.
“Ooljee’s here,” Jill said.
“Is she sick?” Katy asked.
“She’s not,” Jill said. “She’s downstairs helping Delphie make pancakes. I have to go to see Dr. Bumpy for Ooljee’s little brother.”
“He’s sick?” Katy asked.
“Tink is coming up,” Jill said.
The loft door opened and Tink rushed in.
“She’s here,” Jill said. “Try not to be crazy while she’s here.”
Katy laughed. She waved to her mother. Jill heard Katy update Paddie over the walkie talkie. Jill grinned at her daughter’s response and turned to Tink.
“I know the drill,” Tink said. “Paddie’s still sick.”
“He’s getting better,” Jill said. “Connor’s in with the boys. If I were you, I’d wake them up rather than have them discover that you’re here.”
“Good thinking,” Tink said with a grin. “Katy?”
“She’s dressed,” Jill said. “You can send her down to have pancakes if you want.
“She’s not going to want to leave Paddie,” Tink said.
“True,” Jill said. “I won’t be gone long. I just need to take the baby to see Dr. Bumpy. I’ll stay in touch.”
Jill was at the door when she turned.
“Keep track of your hours,” Jill said. “We’re happy to pay for your help.”
Tink gave Jill a braces filled smile, and Jill left. Jill worried her way down the long stairwell to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, she was distracted by the smell and the people. Everyone was wearing masks. The back door was open for ventilation. Delphie was laughing at something Valerie had said. Joey, Maire, Chase, and Beau were milling around Ooljee.
Jill grinned at the chaos and went to find Blane. He was standing near the door with the child in his arms.
“Any progress?” Jill asked.
“If you mean, ‘Did Abi come down and it got worse?’ Then yes,” Blane said. “Let’s get out of here before they decide to end the world or whatever.”
“You don’t think we should stay and help?” Jill asked. Grinning, she added, “With the world in the balance?”
“No,” Blane said, severely.
They got to Jill’s sedan and got inside.
“I was kidding,” Blane said.
“I know,” Jill said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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