enough to feed a tribe or two.”
“So, the seasonings are in this cabinet here,” she said, pulling open a door above the countertop. “Then I brought some aluminum pans last week and they’re down here,” she pointed.
“ Thank you. I think I got it now. You go finish your articles. I should be finished by lunch time.”
Denise sighed. “Thanks, daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Go on now! Get out of the kitchen.”
Denise left the room and headed towards her office.
“Keisha, there’s a catering service that should be here around noon to deliver the sides. I’ve already paid for it. Will you make sure they leave me a receipt?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
Keisha nodded.
Denise sat down at her desk and opened the article she had begun for Essence, When Love Doesn’t Love You Back . As thoughts became words and words developed into sentences, Denise pecked away at the keyboard. A few hours later she had finished all of her submissions. She opened Outlook and began to compose an email which read:
Good morning Rosemarie,
I hope this email reaches you in good health and good spirit.
I have to admit that these were some of the most difficult submissions ever! I truly hope you and the readers enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Blessings & love,
Denise
She attached the Word.doc then hit send. Thank You, Jesus , she thought as she exhaled.
Denise scanned through her inbox deciding to read and respond to any emails that required her attention. As she was reading, the phone rang.
“TIA Enterprises, Denise speaking.”
“Go od morning, Denise this is Ted.”
“Hey, Ted. How’s it going?”
“All is well on my end. I wanted to touch base with you to let you know that I’ve set up those interviews. I spoke with Keisha and she confirmed the dates.”
“Good! I’m excited and can’t wait. Thank you for setting them up so quickly.”
“It wasn’t a problem. I know you’re trying to get this project off the ground.”
“Well, I appreciate it. I’m sure Keisha will forward me the information soon. I’ll take a look at it and get back with you if there’s anything else I need.”
“Thanks, Denise.”
“You’re more than welcome and thank you, Ted. Talk with you soon.”
Denise looked at the clock display on her monitor. DJ should be touching down in New York soon. A smile encompassed her face.
She swiveled back and forth in the chair with her hands clasped underneath her chin.
Picking up the phone she asked, “How are things looking?”
“Great! You r dad is amazing. I believe he’s almost finished. He came up and got the last tray about thirty minutes ago,” Keisha replied.
“That’s good. Has the caterer been here yet?”
“Yes, ma’ am, I had them place the food in the break room. They’re sitting on the countertop in chaffing dishes.”
“Good. Okay, I guess if you want to make an announcement to meet in the break room, I’ll run downstairs and check on daddy, and then we can eat.”
“Alrighty.”
“Thanks, Keisha.”
Denise stood up from her chair and headed for the courtyard. Daddy was reclined back in a chair and drinking a bottled water.
“You look comfortable.”
“I am. I’m just about finished. I have the last of the meat on the grill now. Did you get your articles done?”
“ Yep. They’re done and emailed. Thank you. Thank you for everything,” Denise said bending down and kissing him on the cheek.
“You’re welcome. Anytime you need me, you know all you have to do is ask.”
“I know daddy. Well, I’m going back up here because everyone should be in the break room waiting. You are staying to eat, right?”
“No, I can’t stay, but I’ll take a plate to go. Your uncle and I are supposed to finish up a painting job today. So, if you have enough maybe I can take him a