Tank

“Why are you here, Cora?” Asked, Tank.

“I sent you an email message two weeks ago.” Said, Cora.

The room fell silent for a brief moment. Grace chose to exercise her lungs. Cora looked in Grace’s direction to see what was going on. She stifled a giggle. Susan, on the other hand, wasn’t that happy.

“Beatrice, that’s not yours.” Said, Susan.

“No worries. Grace was finished with her cookie.” Said, Cora with a smile.

“Where is she?” Asked, Tank.

Cora went to the blanket and picked up Grace. She walked over to Tank. “This is our daughter.” Said, Cora.

“May I hold her?” Asked, Tank.

“Yes.” Said, Cora with a smile.

“She’s so little.” Said, Tank.

Ralph cleared his throat and said, “Your apartment above the garage is ready for you.”

“Thank you.” Said, Tank.

“Where are you and Grace staying?” Asked, Tank to Cora.

“She will be staying at the cottage Emily built before she died.” Said, Chief Day.

“I will not accept any form of charity.” Said, Tank.

“This isn’t charity. You and your family will be helping me to grieve the sudden loss of Emily. Cancer took her quick.” Said, Chief Day in a stern voice.

“I assure you, nothing will happen to your family. “Said, Chief Day with a growl. He looked in the direction of Nancy and Connie while saying the sentence.

“Susan hired me. I’m her marketer agent.” Said, Susan with excitement in her voice.

“We need to give you and Cora your privacy. Use my office.” Said, Ralph.

The young couple did just that. The rest of the group took their seats. Chief Day made sure both Bert and Bea were sitting on his lap. Susan withheld a giggle.

“Is my life in danger?” Asked, Susan.

“No.” Said, Chief Day.

“Your Instagram account was hacked into.” Said, Ralph.

Pastor George received a text message on his smartphone. He read the message then said, “Connie we need to go.”

They both began to walk out of the living room. “Is everything alright?” Asked, Ralph.

“No.” Said, Pastor George.

“You’ll call me shall you need back up.” Said, Chief Day.

“Yes.”

“I wonder what that’s all about.” Said, Susan

Published by Sarah "Bubbles"

I am a mom, nana, writer and amateur photographer. I write short stories to brighten your day. Maybe inspire you to feel better about yourself. Perhaps make healthier life choices. You are the one that is responsible for your life. You got this!

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