CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and TWENTY-TWO
Being so much older, and much more mature, Maggie and Mack felt responsible for this child. They got to the edge of the room.
“Where are we going?” Beau asked, looking horrified.
“My Mommy’s over there,” Maggie said with a nod. “She needs me to take care of her.”
“I don’t want to go into the basement,” Beau said with a shake of his head. He leaned forward. “I’ve heard it’s haunted.”
Maggie shrugged. To Maggie, ghosts were just more friends. The eldest, Mack gave the boy a more serious look.
“That sounds scary,” Mack said. “But you’re our friend now. We never let anything happen to our friends.”
Maggie nodded sincerely in support of Mack, not because she was the least bit afraid of ghosts.
The young children walked past the side door. Maggie pointed down a hallway. They turned and went to a wooden panel. Maggie pushed on the door in a special way and it opened. Maggie went inside, but Beau hesitated.
“Maggie lives here,” Mack said.
“Behind the secret entrance?” Beau asked, brightening. “My auntie has a secret entrance to her office.”
Not sure what that meant, Mack nodded to support his new friend,. The boys followed Maggie inside the apartment. They heard a woman speaking. Maggie ran down the hallway and the boys followed. Maggie stopped at the edge of the office.
“Mommy?” Maggie whispered.
Mommy’s mother, Honey Lipson-Scully, was sitting in front of a computer screen talking to someone. Honey’s head jerked to look at her daughter and the two bedraggled boys standing behind her.
“Hey, I have to go,” Honey said.
The other person said something and waved to Maggie. Honey turned to see Maggie waving to her assistant, who grinned at the happy, friendly girl.
“I thought you were napping,” Honey said.
“Naps are boring,” Maggie said.
“Maggie,” Honey said, firmly.
“I tried Mommy,” Maggie said. “I really, really tried.”
The little girl shrugged.
“They don’t make Katy take naps,” Maggie said.
“She has to lie down for an hour,” Honey said.
“But, Mack woke up and then we became friends with Beau and I knew you’d want to meet him,” Maggie said with a nod. “Plus, you might need my help.”
Honey grinned at her daughter. When her husband, M.J. Scully, was deployed out of the country, Maggie always felt like she had to help her mother. Honey held out her arms and Maggie ran into them. Mack followed but Beau stood in the hallway. Beau began to cry again.
“Looks like you could use a hug,” Honey said.
“Come on,” Maggie said. “My Mommy gives the best hugs.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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