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Denver Cereal, Volume 1, Chapter Twenty: He said, “No matter what” (part three)


(part three)

“Hi.” Jill leaned over Jacob’s bed in the recovery room.

“Hi. How did you get in here?” Jacob asked.

“I told the nurse I was your wife.”

“We got married? Did I miss our wedding night too?”

Jill laughed.

“Was I amazing?” Jacob asked.

“I hope so,” Jill said.


“Chocolate chip?” Delphie asked.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Can we make brownies? Mommy likes brownies and I like brownies and I bet my Jacob likes brownies and I bet my new Auntie …” Katy stopped talking. Her face scrunched up in puzzlement.


“Right, Valerie, likes brownies and I can bring some to Aunt Meg’s house tonight. I go to Aunt Meg’s house every, every, every Friday night. THIS time, I’ll bring brownies!”

Delphie lifted Katy onto the counter in the main kitchen of the Castle. Delphie had retrieved Katy from school early so they could spend some time together.

“I thought you wanted cookies,” Delphie said.

“Aren’t brownies a kind of cookie?” Katy asked. She took a sipper cup of milk from Delphie.

Delphie nodded her head at Katy’s logic. Moving around the kitchen, Delphie pulled all the ingredients for brownies from the cupboards and refrigerator.

“Would you like to crack the eggs?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Katy clapped her hands and bounced on the counter. “I never get to really cook. They say I’m too little but I’m FOUR. FOUR is not too little to do anything.”

Delphie held Katy’s hand and they cracked an egg together. Katy squealed with delight when the liquid dropped into the bowl.

“I wanted to ask you about being four,” Delphie said. She gave another brown egg to Katy. “Together?”

Katy bashed the egg against the bowl. The egg crushed in her hand.

“Ooh, not so hard,” Delphie said. Using a dish towel, Delphie wiped the egg from the girl’s hand.

“I’m sorry!” Katy’s dark eyes filled with tears. “Did I ruin the brownies?”

“No, honey,” Delphie said.

“Oh, good.” Katy held her hand out for another egg and Delphie laughed.

“Yes, just like that. Tap, tap, tap,” Delphie said. “You’re three years old.”

“I AM NOT! I AM FOUR!” Katy shouted. Her lip vibrated and tears dropped from her eyes. “I’m no baby! Three-year-olds are babies. I’m a BIG girl.”

“Katherine, you can only be what you are.”

“NO! Don’t say that! NO! NO! NO! I’m FOUR.”

Delphie raised her eyebrows at the little girl. While Katy worked through her tantrum, Delphie set up the blender. She plugged it in next to Katy.

“Would you like to blend?”

“Yes.” The storm of emotion left Katy’s face bright red. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, honey. I don’t understand why four is better than three,” Delphie said.

“It just is.”

“Hold it steady.” With on hand on the blender and one arm around the child, Delphie reassured her. Katy leaned into Delphie’s warmth.

“I had a daddy …” Katy whispered.

While tears dropped from Katy’s eyes, Delphie’s hand moved softly over Katy’s back.

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

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