Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2001 18:43:52 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 6

Kevin by Tom Cup

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Kevin
Chapter 6
By Tom Cup


Antonio and I didn't really watch much of the movie.  We spent most of the
time talking.  He was really interested about my life before I came to live
with them; what it was like to live in Philadelphia; what my mom was like;
what my bothers and sisters were like; whether or not I missed them.  He
drilled me pretty good as he made small jokes of my answers. He wouldn't let
me have anymore wine though; even though I begged him, he made me drink
water for the rest of the night.

It was nearly three in the morning, and we were both yawning pretty good,
when he said, "You know, I've been pretty lonely but my life has been
nothing compared to yours.   I always wished I had a cousin or little
brother.  I'm really glad you're here."  With that, he reached over and
pulled me over to him.  I nearly fell into his lap.  We held each other for
a while not saying anything.  I was choked with emotion. I felt warm, loved,
accepted and, to tell the truth, a little horny.

Antonio broke the spell by telling me that we both needed to get some sleep.
  I held his hand as he walked me to my room.  My heart was bursting.  I
loved my brothers and sisters.  Yes, I did, I realized.  But this was
different. I loved them because I was supposed to.  I loved them because
they were all I knew.  I loved Antonio, just as I loved Tony, because he
loved me first.  He loved me even though I wasn't prefect.

I was awakened by the sound of movement in my room.  It was William.  "Good
morning master Kevin," he intoned.

"Good morning, William," I responded.

"I have taken the liberty of choosing a few items that would be suitable for
today's events," he said presenting, one by one, three suits of clothing.

I recognized the clothing of course.  They were three of the myriad of
clothing I had tried on only the day before.  In the end, I chose the gray
slacks, white shirt, and blue pull over sweater with the embroidered "B" on
the chest.  William slightly closed his eyes, with a smile, and nodded.  I
think that meant that he approved of my choice.

William told me that "Madame" was awaiting my arrival for breakfast.  So
after getting dressed, I walked with him downstairs.  We turn not towards
the library as I was expecting but towards the gallery.  I didn't say
anything but was curious nonetheless.  I guess I had been so preoccupied
with the art that I hadn't noticed the door on the north wall of the gallery
near the piano.  William opened it for me but did not enter.  I found myself
standing in a banquet room with a long table with impressive legs that ended
on the floor with the faces of roaring lions.  There were twelve armchairs
around the table each of which had legs like the table.  Marie was seated at
the west end with Antonio at her right side.  Antonio had been bent close to
her when I entered and she had been slightly bent toward him listening
intently to what he was saying.  They both sat up straight when I entered
and smiled.

"So my drunken, friend," Antonio beamed, "You have finally arisen from your
stupor!"

Marie simply looked at me with apologetic eyes and asked, "How are you
feeling, little one?"

I don't know why but I simply loved when she called me that.  In truth, I
felt great: relaxed and well rested.  Marie seemed relieved to hear that and
her eyes danced with joy as the smile that roses envied passed across her
lips.

We ate Danish pastries, poached eggs with asparagus and hollandaise sauce
followed by fresh fruit with a sour cream and honey dressing.  I was stuffed
and sitting back rather lazily in my chair when Marie cleared her throat and
began to speak.  "Kevin," she said, "It was completely wicked of Antonio but
he has confided in me some of the conversation you two engaged in last
evening.  I assure you he had only your best interest at heart."

She paused and I realized that she was waiting for me to respond in some
way.  I sat up so as to pay closer attention.  I didn't mind that Antonio
had told her what I had said but I think she thought that I would.  As if,
we were never to tell what another person said unless that other person said
we could.  "It's OK," I managed at last, "What I said wasn't a secret."
They both seemed to relax at that point and I learned another lesson about
living in my new home.  What we tell one another is, as a rule, between only
those who hear it at the time.

"Very good," Marie continued, "You see Kevin, Antonio was very concerned, no
that is not the word, grieved by what you have gone through; as am I upon
hearing it.  Though my son, to his credit, has a talent for not showing his
pain.  I, as his mother, can somehow sense it."

She looked at Antonio and he lowered his eyes blushing just a bit.  I
realized that he had meant to keep what we said between us but that somehow
Marie had drawn him out.   I envied him that his mother cared enough to be
concerned about his feelings.

"I imagine now," Marie continued," this is what caused Tony to bring you
home to us.  In essence, what I am saying is that we are sorry that you have
had to endure such hardships and that we swear that you shall never have to
endure them again."

We were interrupted by William who told us that "the await call had been
received."  I had no idea what was going on.  I was beginning to feel a bit
guilty.  They were all being so nice to me.  I wanted to tell them the
truth:  that I wasn't really related to them; that Tony just found me on the
streets; that I was expecting him the use me for a night or two and then to
dump me somewhere.  I wasn't expecting them to take care of me; not like
this.

We all walked to the library where Marie took the phone. "My dear brother,"
she began,  "This is intolerable.  How could you have not told us of what
this child has had to endure?  Why was he not brought to us sooner?  How
could you be so proud as to let him suffer for so long?"  I realized that
she was talking to Tony and fear leapt into my heart.  I had gotten Tony
into trouble.  I had screwed up.

Marie listened intently to whatever was being said on the other end of the
phone; nodding and looking at me in away I could not read.  I could feel the
tears welling up in my eyes.  I knew I would die of shame once she knew the
truth.  I was a liar.  I had lied and deceived them.  They had opened their
home and hearts to me and I was no more than a traitor in their midst!

I began wondering what it would be like to live on the streets of Chicago.
I supposed that I could manage.  I imaged that it would be no harder than
the streets of Philadelphia.  I decided to ask Marie if I could at least
have some of the clothes and a coat.  I still had the three hundred dollars
that Tony had given me and I could make that go a long way if they didn't
take it back.  Maybe, I thought, I could get a bus to somewhere warmer; then
things wouldn't be so bad. I even thought about going back home.  If I gave
my mom the money, she might let me stay there until summer and by then I
could figure something out.

With all these thoughts spinning in my head, I hadn't noticed that I was
sobbing.  I stood there, frozen like a statue, with tears streaming down my
face and my chest heaving.  I didn't hear the last part of what was said.  I
only realized that the call had ended when I felt Marie's hand on my face
wiping the tears away.  I also realized that Antonio was standing by my side
with his arm around me trying to comfort me.  This only made it worst.  Why
were they being so nice to me? They should hate me.  My mother was right, I
thought, I am nothing but shit.

I don't really know how I got there but the next thing I remember is being
back upstairs in my room, in bed, crying into my pillow.  I didn't want to
leave.  I loved it here.  I promised over and over to be good, and begged
God to forgive me.  At some point, I simply fell asleep.

The first thing I noticed when I woke was Antonio sitting by my bed.  He
didn't say anything; just pushed the button to the intercom.

"Yes Sir," William's voice came over loud and clear.

"Kevin's awake," Antonio responded.

"Very good Sir," came the response, "I shall inform Madame."

I sat up, crossed legged, in the bed trying to think of some reason they
should let me stay.  They all sounded so lame:  I'll be good; I'll never lie
again:  I'll do anything you tell me; Maybe I can be William's helper.  I
sat there with my head bowed and tears started to gently roll down my cheeks
again.  You are being so stupid, I thought at last, you knew that this was
going to happen.  People like this don't need someone like you around.  I
agreed with my thoughts and got up wiping the tears from my eyes.  I decided
that I would just change into my old clothes and leave.  It was the best
thing to do.

"What the hell are you doing?" Antonio asked as I dug my old things from the
back of the closet and began undressing.

"Getting the hell out of here before you throw me out," I answered mustering
all the angry determination I could.

Antonio's mouth dropped open and he laughed, shaking his head, as I
continued to get dressed.  Marie arrived just as I was tying up the laces to
my old shoes.  She stopped dead in her tracks gazing from me to Antonio and
back again.

"Kevin," she said so calmly, and gently, that all my mock determination for
leaving disappeared, "Why are you wearing those clothes?"  She looked at
Antonio as for an answer but he simply shrugged his shoulders.

"They're all I got," I said with tears again rolling freely down my cheeks.

"I see," she said, "You think we think less of you because of what you have
gone through.  You are wrong."

She came over and knelt taking my chin in her hand making me look into her
eyes.  "Listen to me little one," she commanded, "I want you to take those
things off and give them to Antonio."

She then looked at Antonio and said, "I want you to take these...
these...items and dispose of them.  I do not care how.  Burn them if you
must but I do not wish to see my little one in them ever again."

That was when it hit me.  I wasn't going to be thrown out.  I fell into
Marie's arms sobbing and saying, "Thank you.  Thank you. I love you. I love
you so much!"

I was made to change and Antonio disappeared with my old clothes.  I was not
allowed to wear the clothes I had chosen that morning because Marie said
they were to wrinkled from my lounging in them.  I told her I didn't mind
and that sometimes, back home, I had to wear the same thing for a week,
maybe two, or more.  She was aghast to hear this and forbade me to ever
mention such a thing again.

William dressed me on Marie's command that I be more than presentable for
the arriving guest.  Antonio had arrived at my door in time to hear this and
laughed out loud saying, "Porcelain doll!"  But he stop quickly enough as
Marie turned to William and said, "And find something for my son to wear
also," before she left.  I couldn't help but giggle.

William fussed over me for far longer than I thought necessary and I hated
what he made me wear: slacks, dress shirt, vest and jacket complete with a
Windsor knot.  "Why do I have to wear this?" I complained, "I feel like a
circus monkey."

His only reply, "Because Madame wishes it."  It was good enough for me.

I was taken down to the library to meet Mr. Princeton Millstone, The Third.
He was a family friend and counsel on certain affairs.  He said he had talk
with both Tony and Marie, and that he understood most of my problem, but he
needed to hear from me that I really wanted to make this my permanent home.
I told him I did.  He asked me if I would miss my brothers, and sisters, and
I said that I would but I wanted to stay with Tony, Marie and Antonio.  He
smiled and said that was all he wanted to hear.  Marie seemed really pleased
as they both stood and head for the entry.  Antonio came over and stood by
me and whispered, "Just like a true Bolognia," while putting his arm around
me.

"That was it?"  I asked, "You mean we had to get all dressed up for that?"
Antonio was already ripping his tie off and went into hysterics.  When he
recovered, he sat on the bench in the entry and I sat beside him.

"I'm sorry Kevin," he said, "I really shouldn't laugh that you don't know
this game.  You see, Mr. Princeton Millstone The Third is not only a family
friend, and counsel; he is also a judge in this county. He talked with your
dad a few minutes after Marie talked with him.  Then called to talk with
Marie while you were asleep.  He had heard enough.  He just wanted to see
you."

"To see if you really were taking good care of me and that I really wanted
to be here," I posed softly.

"You got it," Antonio smiled, "So you can relax.  Things are being taken
care of."

We were heading upstairs to get into something more comfortable when Antonio
said, "Oh, I almost forgot.  Uncle Tony said he'd be calling to chat with
you tonight."

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