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Chapter Six Hundred and Twenty-Six: The picture of the pandemic (part six)


(part six)

Friday morning — 9:05 a.m.

“I don’t know,” Jeraine said. “I just…”

“I can always ask Tanesha,” Jill threatened.

Jill and Jeraine were looking at the space that he, Tanesha, and Jabari would live in. He was also going to run a recording studio another area of this home. Jill was talking to Jeraine about the interior design. Today, the painting contractor was there to work on the main space and a few of Jeraine and Tanesha’s rooms.

Nelson was still using Jabari’s room. After a brief chat, they left him alone to rest.

“Tanesha will pick white,” Jeraine said. “You know who’s really great at color?”

“Me?” Jill asked.

Having grown up with Jeraine, she knew how much he appreciated an honest brag. He grinned at her.

“Tanesha’s mom,” Jill said. “That’s who you were going to say.”

Jeraine nodded.

“She’s going to paint a mural out in the big room,” Jill said. “Would you like me to pick the colors?”

“I feel like I should know what to put on the walls but…” Jeraine mumbled.

Jill looked around the room that Jeraine and Tanesha would share.

“It’s kind of a box,” Jill said.

“Right,” Jeraine said.

“So white on the ceilings,” Jill said.

“Why?” Jeraine asked.

“it makes the room look taller, more open,” Jill said.

“Oh,” Jeraine said. “Is it always white?”

“Usually white or off-white,” Jill said with a nod. “I’d use white on these interior rooms.”

“Ones without a window,” Jeraine said what he’d learned.

Jill nodded. They stood in the room looking around.

“Are they going to be nice to live in?” Jeraine asked.

“The interior rooms?” Jill asked, nodding. “They will be quiet and private — which is what both you and Tanesha asked for. We can move your room to the one on the end with the big windows. They haven’t put in the small kitchen or the wall to make Tanesha’s office…”

“No, no,” Jeraine said. “I’m not changing a thing. I’ll just mess it up. You and Miss T worked hard on all of this.”

“Why don’t you talk to her when she gets home?” Jill asked.

Jeraine gave Jill a vague nod. He wandered a little further into the room and stared at the wall.

“This house has a great feel to it,” Jeraine said. “I think we’re going to be really happy here.”

“I’m sure you will be,” Jill said with a grin.

Jeraine looked at Jill and smiled at her.

“I still don’t have any idea about the…” Jeraine said.

There was a flash and then another.

“What the hell?” Jill asked. The photographer continued taking photos of them. “How did you get in here?”

“The door was open,” the photographer said with a smirk. “This another one of your girlfriend’s Jeraine?”

“What are you talking about?” Jeraine asked.

“The door was most certainly not open,” Jill said. “You’re not even wearing a mask.”

Jill glanced at Jeraine. He looked overwhelmed. Jill pushed the man backwards.

“Get out of here,” she said. “Out!”

She pushed him backward again.

“Go!” Jill said.

She saw that the door in the big window was open and she pointed to the door.

“Out!” Jill said.

“I’m calling the Denver Police,” Jeraine said. He held his cell phone to his ear and spoke into the phone.

“You know what that means,” Jill said.

The photographer turned and ran out of the building. Jill closed and locked the door. As she looked out, she saw that there were at least a hundred of photographers standing around the backyard.

“That’s why you wanted a bedroom without windows,” Jill said.

“Bastards,” Jeraine said. “They have us pinned down.”

“No, they don’t,” Jill said. “Come on.”

Denver Cereal continues on Monday….

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