Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2005 11:05:30 +0100
From: Harry Anders <harry@harryanders.com>
Subject: Little-Harrys-Life-7

This is the sequel from my first book 'Little Harry', and I strongly
commend you to read book one first! Thus you will enjoy book two even more.

You may find book one on Nifty, or you may visit my new SITE:
http://www.harryanders.com
and read the elaborated book from there (recommended!).

'Little Harry's Life'  >by Harry AnderS, the author of 'Little Harry'<


Chapter 7. Meeting Big Harry, and a new Big Friend.

The next morning I remembered my dream, but couldn't really believe it. Yet
I felt a bit more at ease now, as if somehow Jack's death was less
important to me. My friends wanted me to accompany them, but I refused. I
sneaked into my secluded spot in the bushes, to observe Jack's and my old
house.

For a long time nothing happened, except for the neighbour's cat that
decided to accompany me for a while, purring loudly.

At last the same car I had seen before stopped at the gate. The same tall
grandpa got out, opened the gate, and drove his car into the driveway. He
turned around and closed the gate. Why did he do that? Didn't he plan to
leave in a while? Was HE going to live here?

Grandpa climbed the steps to the porch, got a key out of his pocket, and
opened the front door. He disappeared into the house, and carefully closed
the door behind him. A moment later I saw him appear in the kitchen, get a
coffee machine from one of the cardboard boxes, and brew himself a cup of
coffee. He took the coffee to the living room and sat down on the couch,
approvingly looking around. He WAS going to live here!

I observed him for a long time. I saw him going upstairs carrying a few
boxes, walking around while putting small thingies everywhere, apply a few
pictures to the walls, and he seemed to have a computer that he installed
on the wooden desk in the living room without switching it on.

At one o'clock Trudy called us, and I sneaked back to John's house to eat
and drink something healthy. Half an hour later I was back, and resumed my
place. John and the other children were playing hide and seek in the
neighbourhood, and now and then I heard them yell and laugh. Grandpa was
still busy installing things and opening cardboard boxes.

At two o'clock the front door suddenly opened. Grandpa brought a folding
chair and a cup of coffee to the porch, sat down, and sipped his
coffee. Apparently he was addicted to it! He looked around for a while,
closed his eyes, and obviously fell asleep. Lazy slacker!

My friends reappeared in the street, still playing hide and tag, but now
furtively looking at the sleeping stranger on the porch. Grandpa seemed to
hear them, and lazily opened his eyes to look around. He smiled at the
children, and at that moment my heart suddenly leapt in my chest...

He had a friendly and lovable smile; and a joyful twinkling in his eyes
that told me he liked children. All at once he looked a lot younger, and I
couldn't understand why I had nicknamed him a 'grandpa' before. I craned my
neck to have a better look.

My friends saw that the stranger was awake; and curiously huddled together,
leaning against the gate. Suddenly the gate squeaked and opened, and they
tumbled into the driveway, stumbling over each other with shocked faces. I
couldn't help it, but started to laugh at the comical sight.

The friendly man started to laugh too, and again my heart jumped in my
chest. He had a beautiful laugh, sounding from deep within. I could fall in
love with that laugh! And I felt something else too: a deep longing to be
with that man. How strange...

John looked in my direction, but he didn't see me. Of course not, that's
why he always told me I was very good at spying! John seemed to ask Thomas
something, and Thomas shrugged his shoulders. Now the man said something,
and the children looked shocked. What did he say?

Chrissy seemed to giggle a bit, and the man lifted his hands, as in
surrender. Thomas climbed the steps to the porch, hesitantly followed by
the other children. They surrounded the man, and I craned my neck to see
more. They seemed to speak to each other, but I couldn't hear what they
were saying. What were they talking about?

Suddenly John threw himself at the man and buried his face in the man's
chest. Obviously he was crying. What had happened? Why was John crying, and
why did he sit on the lap of this total stranger? Did that man hurt John? I
couldn't believe that...

Now John followed the man into the house. They returned with a tray and
glasses, and everybody settled down on the floor. They sipped what was in
the glasses, and seemed to talk to each other for a long time. All of a
sudden the man rose from his chair, looking very pale. He wavered to the
door, entered the house, and closed the door behind. What had suddenly
happened? How strange!

After a while the children silently left the porch and disappeared
somewhere into the neighbourhood, while I waited for what would happen
next...

I saw the man enter the living room and kick a chair; that fell down. He
sat down on the couch with his head in his hands for a long time. At last
he disappeared, but soon reappeared outside. He looked around, obviously
looking for the children, but they were gone. At last he sat down on the
folding chair, and closed his eyes.

I sneaked a little bit nearer in the bushes, and waited...

After a while the man opened his eyes, and looked around. Suddenly he
looked directly at where I was! I froze, and tried to be as immobile as
possible. That helped, after a few seconds the man looked away again.

I tried to move backwards, slowly, as quietly as possible. In vain, because
the man saw me again, and this time he smiled and waved at me!

In a sudden panic I fled away; hurrying to John's house, where I slumped
down on my bed, crying my heart out but I had no idea why I cried.

Later on that day John entered his room, and saw me on my bed with red and
swollen eyes.

He threw his arms around my shoulders, and held me close:

"What are you crying for, my little brother? What has happened?"

I tried to speak, but couldn't find the words to tell John what had
happened, and fortunately John didn't push me. He helped me wash my face,
and together we went downstairs to have dinner. Trudy looked at me with a
questioning face, but didn't say a word. Mark and Marrie were teasing each
other and giggling, as usual when Eric wasn't home and they felt
relieved. We never knew whether Eric would join us for dinner or not.

I went to bed early, and waited there for John. I didn't have to wait for
long, as John seemed to feel I needed him that evening. We showered
together, and dived under the blankets; where I crawled into his safe arms.

Seemingly John needed me too, because he started to whisper:

"I want to tell you something... There's a new man living in Jack's house,
and I've met him today. Somehow I trusted him, and I told him everything
about you. He promised us you would always be welcome in his house, but at
that moment he didn't know your face was burnt too. When I told him some
people are calling you a 'freak' and an 'alien', he suddenly left us and
went inside without even saying goodbye..."

"Yeah, I saw that, but first you started to cry on his lap. Why did you do
that?"

"Did you spy on us? You little bugger! Well... I think it's because I
trusted him. He was so fatherly. He made me feel so... so safe. As if he
could be Jack's older brother... and I also needed the crying, I
think. Afterwards I felt much better, as if some burden was lifted off my
shoulders. I think you're not the only one who misses Jack and needs a
grown-up in his life..."

I comforted John until he dried his eyes, and now it was my turn:

"Now I want to tell you why I was crying this afternoon. The man returned
after you left, and he saw me in the backyard sneaking through the
bushes. I couldn't hide fast enough, and then he smiled at me and waved..."

"Why didn't you wave back at him, and perhaps even speak to him? You
already knew he's a nice man..."

"I was too scared... He hadn't seen my face, and I was so terribly afraid
he would chase me away... I don't want to be disappointed again. Perhaps he
doesn't like freaky little boys... I will have to wait until next week,
when the hospital tries to give me an artifi... artisomething new nose and
lips. But I'm very scared to go there without Jack. I don't want to go
there with your father either! I think Eric hates me..."

"Yeah, I know. By the way, the first name of that man is Harry, just like
your first name! He's called 'Harry AnderS'. I wish I knew why he went into
his house all of a sudden... perhaps he was mad at us; but for what? What
did we do wrong?"

"I don't know, but there's another thing I want to tell you. Please don't
laugh, but it's as if I can feel Jack around me sometimes. Last night I
even dreamed that he told me my solitude will come to an end; and he
approves of the new owner of his house. Do you think I'm a lunatic?"

"I don't know... but let's have some sleep. Tomorrow I will try to contact
Big Harry again, and ask him what was the matter..."

"Okay, that could be a good idea. Goodnight!"

"Sleep well, little brother, and maybe you will dream of Jack again. I wish
I did..."


The next morning John went to Jack's old house; to have a talk with the new
owner, Big Harry. He was very nervous, but had promised me he would go; and
for that matter John was absolutely trustworthy. A promise was a promise!

I went outside; and sneaked through the bushes to Jack's backyard, from
where I had an excellent view of the house.

I saw John enter the kitchen and sit down at the kitchen table. A moment
later he seemed to go to the fridge and take something from there, while
Big Harry used his coffee machine. Then Big Harry talked for a long time,
until suddenly John stood up and threw his arms around Big Harry's neck...

A pang of jealousy pained my heart, and I wished I was there to cuddle with
Big Harry, but I didn't understand why. Why did I feel so attracted to that
old grandpa? It even felt as if we were connected to each other, as if we
BELONGED to each other. But why? How strange...

Again they talked for quite a while, and again they cuddled for a long
time; until at last John left the house, looking relieved. I hurried back,
went to John's living room, and waited.

Fifteen minutes later all the children entered the house, and looked for
me:

"There you are! Are you coming with us? We're invited to Big Harry's
house."

Again I was very unsure. What if Big Harry saw my so distorted face and
walked away again, as he did yesterday?

"I don't know... maybe you better go without me..."

John went to me, and tenderly took me onto his lap:

"I had a long talk with Big Harry. He told me he had a severely burnt
little brother himself, called Joshie. That's why he left us yesterday. He
had to get used to the idea of meeting another burnt boy first. You don't
have to be afraid, because he is USED to a boy with a distorted face. And
there's another thing: Big Harry also felt Jack around! Big Harry asked me
to tell you this first, and then bring you with me to his house. Big Harry
accepts you as you are, and he really cares about you. Are you coming with
us? He's waiting for you..."

"Well... if you are really sure... but I have to put on some other clothes
first. Look, my trousers are stained from the wet ground."

John helped me with my trousers, and together we went outside; where the
other children impatiently waited for us. Marrie took my hand and John took
my other hand, and in procession we went to Jack's house... oops, we went
to Big Harry's new house.

We waited on the porch, while John rang the doorbell and I tried to hide
myself behind the huddle. Marrie tried to push me forward, but I struggled
until finally she let me alone.

The front door opened, and Big Harry appeared in the doorway showing a warm
and inviting smile:

"What a pleasant surprise! Please come in, and perhaps I can offer you
something to drink?"

He had a pleasant and warming voice that made me feel mushy all over, as if
we already were the best of friends. He disappeared into the house without
paying me any special attention, and we all followed him to the kitchen.

I felt strange, entering the same house I had been living in for about two
years; now with some other pictures on the walls and different carpeting on
the floor. The kitchen roughly looked the same, but now held a bigger
fridge and a different kitchen table. Even the smell was different.

We huddled together in a corner of the kitchen, and again I tried to hide
myself while Marrie tried to push me forward.

Big Harry put a couple of folding chairs around the kitchen table, and
beckoned us over:

"Please sit down, and I will get you something to drink. What would you
like: milk, hot chocolate milk, or tea?"

John went to the fridge, and brought the milk with him to the table. Soon
Thomas joined him and asked for hot chocolate milk. Mark and Chrissy went
to the table, and suddenly I felt very naked and vulnerable while Marrie
pushed me forward to the table. What if Big Harry saw me now? What if he
didn't accept me when he saw my crippled face, or didn't like me? I started
to tremble all over.

Suddenly Big Harry looked straight into my eyes, sank onto his knees, and
opened his arms:

"Hi, you must be Harry? I'm pleased you are joining my friends. May I have
a hug, please?"

I was shocked, and stared at him in wonder. Did he really mean that? Why
didn't he react the same as all the others that saw my face for the first
time, averting their eyes and acting shy, or acting like they weren't
bothered at all?

I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, and he was totally open to me. I
could read him as an open book, and even see his soul. Now I knew I could
trust this man. He really cared for me. His eyes radiated love and
compassion, and respect. He would never harm me.

I left Marrie and neared him, slowly and still trembling. He didn't avert
his eyes and patiently waited for me. I approached him until he could touch
me, and stopped. Slowly he closed his arms around me, and gently pulled me
into a hug. Immediately I felt absolutely safe, and let myself go.

Then he KISSED me, as Jack always used to do. Only Jack always kissed my
nose, and Big Harry kissed my forehead. Now I was sure: I had found a new
Big Friend. I let myself melt into him and closed my eyes, marvelling in
the feeling I had missed so terribly. I sighed a few times while I melted
into him even further.

I was totally happy. I HAD FOUND A NEW BIG FRIEND!

Wonderful feelings of love and trust overwhelmed me. I KNEW this man, I was
absolutely sure. I had been in those warm and safe arms many, many times
before. He felt different from Jack, as if Jack was my very best friend,
and this man was... my father.

Now I felt totally overwhelmed. I tilted my head and kissed him on the
lips, eagerly, as if I wanted to seal our beautiful love and friendship.

He froze and didn't react... and I could feel he was severely shocked and
retreated into himself. Oh my God... what had I done? He didn't accept me,
because now he was too disgusted by my shrivelled and distorted lips that
suddenly touched his mouth... I started to cry.

He rose, lifted me from the floor, and carried me to the kitchen
table. There he sat down, and sat me onto his knees. He turned me around to
face the others, so that he didn't have to look at my creepy face with
those awful scars and ugly red marks and crippled lips...

I started to scream, fought myself free, and fled the house, stumbling and
tripping over my own feet. What had I DONE...

I ran to John's house, ignored Trudy, and stumbled upstairs to John's room;
where I fell down onto my bed, burying my face into a pillow. What had I
done... this was the end of everything. From now on I would nevermore be
happy. My life was over.

I cried and cried, until the other children entered the room and asked me
what had happened. But why should I answer them? They would never
understand my feelings. I had lost the love of my life, the man I felt I
belonged to. I would never speak again, to nobody.

At noon Trudy forced me to come down and eat some food, but it tasted like
burnt rubber. I started to throw up, and was excused. I slumped down onto
the couch, and started to cry again. Why would I bother to go upstairs?
Nobody could help me. I would be totally alone for the rest of my
life. Eventually I fell asleep, dreaming horrible dreams of total solitude
and being chased away everywhere.

I woke up in the afternoon, and John took me into his arms:

"Listen, little brother, you can't go on like this. You HAVE to tell me
what happened. Why don't you trust me?"

Huh? I didn't trust John, my own big brother? That wasn't true!

"I DO trust you. You are my big brother and my best friend! But it's so
difficult to tell you why I ran away..."

"Just give it a try, even if it's difficult. It's no good to bottle things
up."

That made me think of Jack, who always said that same thing... I decided to
give it a try, and told John everything.

I told him how I felt when Big Harry kissed my forehead, why I kissed him
back, how I felt his reaction and panicked when he turned me around. Again
the loneliness overwhelmed me and I started to cry. I would see Big Harry
never again; I had lost the best Big Friend of my life. I heard John trying
to tell me a couple of things, but couldn't pick up the meaning of his
words. I just couldn't stop crying.

Eric entered the room and offered me a dead look, but he didn't say a
word. I tried to stop the crying, and act as normal as was possible. I even
ate a few pieces of food, but it tasted like putty. After dinner I slumped
down on the couch and started to cry again, ignoring Eric. He couldn't harm
me any more, as I was already harmed deeply into the very core of my soul.

At eight o'clock John tried to dry my tears, and asked me:

"What do you think, shall I pay Big Harry a visit and ask him why he
rejected you?"

Trudy nodded approvingly, while Eric impatiently looked at the clock:

"Don't make the visit too long. I want to see you back as soon as
possible."

"Wait for me, little brother, I will be back soon to tell you what really
happened this morning."

My heart jumped up in my chest, and slowly my faith returned. Maybe
everything would turn out for the best...

John went to Big Harry, and I was as nervous as hell. I couldn't sit still
for a moment, and at last I started to play a simple game of cards with
Mark and Marrie, to divert my thoughts. It didn't help very much...

I was lying stretched out on the floor, still playing silly card games;
when John returned into the room, accompanied by Big Harry...

Suddenly something magical happened: I looked into Big Harry's eyes, and
all my fears faded away. I absolutely trusted that man! I felt totally
safe, and I could see in his eyes that he deeply cared for me, perhaps even
loved me.

He kneeled and stretched his arms out, as he had done before, and for a
moment I saw HIS fears of being rejected:

"Hi, my friend! It's nice to see you again. I wanted to return the kiss you
offered me this afternoon..."

For a moment I hesitated... Why had he rejected me this morning? Wouldn't
he reject me again when I kissed him? Could I REALLY trust him? But now he
got a pleading look on his face, and he stretched his arms out even
further.

I stood up and went to him, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable. I
NEEDED this man! I desperately needed him!

I mumbled: "I'm sorry," leapt into his arms, buried my face into his chest,
and started to cry.

It's difficult to describe what I felt when Big Harry folded his arms
around me and held me. It was an entire mixture of intense joy, a deep
longing, trust, love, friendship, and recognition, all in one. It felt as
if we had known each other for ages, and now were reunited. I was
absolutely sure we knew each other. We were dear friends, kindred souls,
blood brothers. We belonged to each other!

Now we both cried, but our mingled tears were tears of joy. Finally we had
found each other! We rubbed our faces together, looked into each other's
eyes, grinned like crazy, and melted together. Again we looked into each
other's eyes, now nearly drowning in each other's warmth and love.

He touched my distorted lips with his; and I kissed him back, eagerly and
without fear. Now we started to give each other small pecks on the lips,
and it felt wonderful, like coming home, like renewing our friendship. I
had found my soul mate!

After a long time he put me down and draped his arm around my shoulders. I
melted into him and felt totally safe, like father and son.

Together we approached John's mother, and Big Harry tried to apologize:

"Sorry for invading your house like this, but I thought it was the best
thing I could do to help our friend."

He ruffled my hair, and I felt totally in love with this man. I tried to
melt into him even further.

She wiped her eyes with her handkerchief, and tried to smile:

"Please call me Trudy, and I am very pleased you are here! We were really
at a loss today. We didn't know what to do to help Harry out of his
desperation. Even the children couldn't reach him any more. They talked and
talked to him, but he just didn't listen and kept on crying. There was even
a moment I was angry at you, for bringing him into this situation."

Of course my big brother immediately had to defend his wrongly accused new
friend:

"That's not fair! This wasn't Big Harry's fault! He did everything he could
do, and nobody could imagine what little Harry thought, or why he ran away
again!"

Now I had to defend myself! Of course John couldn't know what I was
thinking, or why I behaved so shyly. Nobody could.

I pushed Big Harry's arm away, and faced John:

"No, John, you can't possibly know why I ran away. You are not a small
gypsy boy with a crippled body and a distorted face. They never make fun of
you, and they don't point at you on the streets. You don't have to hide
yourself, and you don't have to sneak to your friends through the
backyards. You can't possible know what I am feeling every day, and why I
am so shy and so frightened; but of course you can't help it, you just
can't feel my pain and my fears..."

I hugged John, to let him feel I did understand him and wasn't mad at
him. I loved my big brother! Then I returned to my new Big Friend, took his
arm, and draped it back around my shoulders. I melted into him; feeling
proud of myself, but also a bit vulnerable. Did I do the right thing?

Big Harry smiled at me, and ruffled my hair. He looked into my eyes, and to
me it felt like we had a conversation without words. I could feel he was
elated and very proud of me, but he also saw my uncertainty as an
eight-year-old little boy who needed the approval.

Suddenly Eric got one of his brilliant ideas, and impatiently looked at the
clock:

"Boys, girl, time to go to bed! Come on, upstairs, all of you! NOW!"

Oh no, certainly not! I didn't want to sleep here tonight, I wanted to go
to Big Harry's house and sleep there! Now that I had found my new Big
Friend, I didn't want to be separated again for the rest of my life. We
belonged to each other, and we both needed each other!

I looked at Big Harry with pleading eyes:

"Please, will you take me with you tonight?"

"Yes, dad!" John immediately interrupted,

"That's a good idea! Then I will have my own room back!"

I saw him look at Big Harry with some hesitancy, and Big Harry winked at
him. They understood each other without words too!

Eric didn't see the unspoken conversation, and looked at the clock again:

"Well... I am not sure. I want to have a talk with this man first, and then
we will see."

"Will you wake me up when you go home?" I asked him again, just to be sure.

"Yes, I promise!" Big Harry answered, and I could feel his love in his
voice.

Reluctantly, I went upstairs, following the other children, and longing to
be with my new Big Friend. I looked at him until I couldn't see him any
longer, and all the time he looked back at me, with love in his eyes.

John and I showered together, and this evening I decided to sleep in my own
bed. Thus Big Harry wouldn't wake John when he took me with him. Soon we
were deep asleep, and this time I dreamed of a beautiful new friendship
full of joy.


"Harry... here I am... I promised to wake you up..."

Somebody softly caressed my face, and when I woke up I saw Big Harry,
looking a bit unsure.

YESSS! There he was! I threw my arms around his neck, planning not to let
him go unless he promised to take me with him. He looked relieved, and
lifted me onto his lap, this time facing me.

I had to yawn a few times, to get rid of the sleep:

"Am I going to live with you now?"

"That's up to you. If you wish?"

"Of course, silly!"

How could he ask... of course I wanted to live with him! That was the only
thing I wanted! I jumped off his lap towards my clothes, and started to
dress. He looked at my nude body with all those ugly scars, but I didn't
see any rejection in his eyes. Soon he started to help me with dressing,
tenderly and carefully, as if he was my father. I LOVED it!

I felt the need to talk to him, so I told him everything that came into my
mind. I told him how my scars started to itch after a while, and Jack
always massaged them with some oil from the hospital, but John didn't know
where the bottle was. That's why I preferred to sleep in the nude, and why
I always wore underwear that was two sizes too big, but that wasn't a
problem as I was already used to it. I told him I hated sleeping alone, and
always crept into John's bed. Only this night I knew he would take me with
him, so I decided to sleep in my own bed so as not to wake up John. I told
him my belongings were stowed away since I had to share John's room, but of
course now I could have my own room back in Jack's house... oops, my old
room in HIS house.

"Shall we call it OUR house from now on? Do you have many belongings?"

"Only lots of clothes, which Jack always bought for me; and a couple of
school things, because Jack tutored me for a few hours every day. Oh yeah,
and my wooden desk, but that's in the garage now."

"Would you like me to tutor you from now on?"

"I don't know. I HAVE to learn a lot of things, to be able to earn enough
money when I'm a grown-up, and I can feel I have kind of a task to
fulfil. Jack had sort of a 'degree', as he had studied to be a teacher when
he was young. Do you have a 'degree' too?"

"No, I don't have a degree in tutoring. But I've studied a lot to be a
psychotherapist, so I think I will be able to help you at least with the
basics."

"It was fun to be in a one-pupil classroom, with everlasting detention."

He started to laugh, and his eyes showed little fun lights. I leaned into
him, and he threw his arms around my shoulders. That felt good, as if I was
totally safe now, and nothing could ever happen to me. We cuddled for a
while, and I was a happy boy.

Now I wanted to know some more things about his life, so I started to ask
him a couple of questions. He patiently answered them, sometimes smiling,
while we both sat down on my bed, talking softly so as not to disturb John.

He had been married, but divorced a couple of years ago. His wife lived in
another town far away, and he had two grown-up daughters who both lived on
their own. Unfortunately his daughters had no children, so he didn't have
any grandchildren. He had no plans to remarry, but one could never know. He
had been working with problem children as a living, but now he was
retired. He had put away some money, and could easily maintain his new
house from it. For the time being he had no plans for the future, except
for helping me with growing up...

All the time he had a funny look in his eyes, as if he was delighted with
our conversation.

When finally I was dressed and we were done with the talking and the
questions, we decided to go downstairs. Big Harry lifted me onto his strong
shoulders, and I clamped my hands around the top of his head. I giggled a
bit, and suddenly he started to tickle me. Of course I tickled him back,
and now we both giggled while we descended the stairs.

Still having fun we entered the living room. Trudy sat on the couch with a
sad face and tears in her eyes, while Eric seemed to have left the
room. Big Harry took my hips and lifted me from his shoulders, and I went
to Trudy to tell her I was going to live with Big Harry from now on.

"I think you are a very lucky boy!"

"Yes, I certainly am!"

Again Big Harry lifted me onto his shoulders, and together we went to his
house. Oops, sorry, we went to OUR house.

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A few excerpts from all the nice emails you've sent me:

* I've been enjoying your story on Little Harry. I read the first story on
Little Harry after Jack died. Do you plan to continue this story? I think
you are a fine writer and I will continue to read your work.

* You already know how much I enjoyed the original "Harry". I wasn't sure
that I really wanted to read the same story from another point of view, but
Chapter 4 of "life" has 'captured' me, and I'm logged-on 'til the
end. Thank you for a wonderful tale.

* I'm wondering if Little Harry's Life might not be more attractive to
children while the original story might appeal more to adults?  Each has
their frame of reference and mine is that of an adult (of course).

* I am very impressed by the level of English used in your story.  I wish
that my command of Dutch was anywhere near as good!  Jammer genoeg niet!

* You really are an accomplished writer.  I suspect you have written quite
a lot in your profession.  I believe you have said you have written a lot
in your native language and I'm sure that has helped immensly. I am looking
forward to watching Harry guide little Harry into manhood and sharing in
their many adventures - along with friend John and maybe Davey.  Are you up
to writing that much?

* I have gone to your new web site which is AWESOME. The music is very
kewl. It's all your fault I was up until 0200 reading!


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And, please, write something in our new FORUM...

I wish to thank the Nifty archives for hosting my stories.

When you have a few spare dimes, donate them to Nifty! They are doing a
marvelous job.

(Yes, I've donated them my euros too)