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Denver Cereal, Volume 1, Chapter Eighteen: Details! We need details! (part one)


(part one)

Friday morning, 8:07 a.m.

“Sorry I’m late,” Jill said. She scooted into the booth next to Sandy at Snooze. Every Friday for the last two years, she’d met Sandy, Heather, and Tanesha for breakfast at Snooze. “I had to take Katy to school. She’s still a little sick so she’s slooooowwww.”

“Jill?” the waitress asked. “Are you all right? Oh my God! I saw the news …”

“Hi, Chantel,” Jill nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks.”

“I …,” the waitress started speaking, then realized the women were staring at her.

“Sorry, I can’t really talk about it,” Jill smiled.

The waitress made a sympathetic face and touched Jill’s arm. “I’ll just bring some coffee.”

“Thanks, Chantel.”

“Hey, we’re buying your breakfast,” Tanesha said. “So you can actually eat this time.”

“It’s a bribe,” Heather said.

“Bribe?” Jill asked. The waitress set a cup of coffee and a glass of water in front of Jill. “Thanks.”

“You can’t talk about Monday, right?” Heather asked.

“Criminal proceeding and all,” Jill said.

“We want every single detail about Sunday night with His Hotness,” Tanesha said.

“And your date last night,” Sandy added.

“Oohh a date with His Hotness!” Tanesha said.

“We want to know what really happened on Monday, but …”

“Sorry,” Jill said.

“You can talk about the edges. The paper said Jacob came …”

Sandy trailed off as the owner of Snooze, Jon Schlegel, came up to the table. A tall, thin man, he had to bend over to set a pineapple upside down pancake in front of Jill.

“Hey, Jill, this is our way of saying that we hope you’re okay.”

“Thanks, Jon. With a little luck, everything will work out.” Jill pushed the plate-sized pancake to the middle of the table. “We’ll share it.”

“Well, good luck,” Jon said. “I wanted you to know that you’re always welcome to work here.”

“Thanks Jon,” Jill said. “My feet are pretty messed up. I can’t work anywhere for a while. Even Pete sent me home.”

“Just so you know,” he said.

The moment Jon turned his back, the women dug into the pancake with gusto.

“How did you have a date with Jake Marlowe last night?” Heather asked. “Isn’t he like, in the hospital?”

“Mm-hmm” Jill swallowed a bite of delicious pancake. “He stopped taking pain meds mid-day so he could talk to me. He had someone from Sasa Sushi bring dinner for me. He had …”

“Cereal,” the women said in unison.

“Exactly. Cap’n Crunch. He wanted me to try sushi since I haven’t had it before. He had a bottle of sparkling rice wine for me … um, sake? I think it’s called. It was really good … nice.”

“I told you,” Sandy said. “Sasa is fabulous. Did you have the chocolate lava cake?”

“Yep, we shared one.” Jill blushed.

“And?” Heather prodded.

“He’s in a hospital. We just talked,” Jill said. “The nurse put Jake to sleep around ten and I went to the Castle to get Katy.”

“Uh-huh,” Tanesha said. “And blushing girl, what did you and His Hotness talk about?”


Heather and Tanesha screamed with laughter.

“Details! We need details!” Sandy said.

The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1, continues tomorrow…

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