“And I think you should have these.”
There was a whistle from the back of the room as Jill unzipped the beautiful boots. She gave the boots to the rich girl.
“He calls these his ‘get lucky’ boots. They’re probably a little big for you, but you can stuff some tissues in the toes. Just put them on, honey, and you’ll have a good time,” Jill said.
Megan touched Jill’s arm and helped her step into the black pumps. “Thanks,” Jill said to Megan. She looked up to see every eye was on her.
“I guess that’s it,” Jill said.
“No, it’s not.” Steve yelled from the back of the room.
“Oh.” Jill nodded.
In her heart of hearts, Jill had hoped Trevor would see their happy pictures and change his mind. She let out a breath. He wasn’t going to change his mind.
Megan was right, as always.
Trevor only saw dollar signs.
Lowering her head to cover her last hope exploding in her heart, she unbuttoned her shirt. Reaching into her shirt, she retrieved a folded piece of paper. Candy gave her the long-stemmed, white rose.
“This is our wedding present to you, Trevor.” Her eyes full of tears, Jill’s voice caught on the words. “We terminated your parental rights. You’re not Katy’s daddy anymore.”
“No, Jill. No.” Trevor shook his head back and forth as his voice rose in desperation. “No, you can’t do that.”
“You haven’t even seen her in six months!”
“It’s done,” Jill said. “You signed the papers when Mike had you sign the financial papers.”
“Then it’s legal,” the lawyer in the back of the room yelled.
“We’re leaving, which means you high-class people don’t have low people to serve your dinner or your drinks or even play in your band. Pete said if you bring your invitation to the Pete’s Kitchen on Colfax, he’ll feed you dinner as a freedom present to me.”
“Good luck, Trevor,” Jill said.
She gave Trevor the rose, and she couldn’t resist the magnetic draw of him. She kissed his lips. He moved to draw her deeper, his lips pulling at hers, but she shifted away from him.
“I’m not yours to kiss anymore. No matter how much I love you …” Her voice, barely above a whisper, caught and tears dropped. “You chose someone else. I had nine wonderful years with my soul mate. That’s more than most people have in a lifetime. I have no right to complain.”
She put her hand on his chest and she nodded.
As she embarked on a hip swinging trip across the floor, someone clapped. She looked over to see Jacob, then his father clapping. The rich people began to cheer for Jill. She blushed and left the room.
“That’s the girl, isn’t it?” Jacob’s dad asked.
“She is very much like your mother.”
Jacob watched Jill through the glass wall as she rode the escalator down from the Seawell Ballroom.
“She’s really just herself.”
“You are a damned fool if you don’t snatch up that woman,” his father said under his breath. His weeping daughter came over to him.
“Now, sugar,” he said. “I told you not to gloat about stealing someone else’s man.”
“But Daddy …”
2 weeks later
“He’s been here every night,” Candy said to Jill. They met in motion behind the counter at Pete’s Kitchen.
“So?” Jill replied. Leaning through the cook’s window, she pointed at the check. “José, can you make sure those hash browns are a little crispy?”
“You should talk to him,” Candy continued. She filled two coffee mugs and walked toward the floor.
“I told you, Candy. He’s in love with some married girl.” Jill called after her.
The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1 continues tomorrow…
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