Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2012 19:49:05 -0400
From: Mike Yonge <myonge1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Epilogue Mr Harvey, Ahmed and I

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Epilogue:

So here I am standing in front of the old house, where I was taught, where
I had my first homosexual experiences.  I'm in my 40s so Mr Harvey is now
about 70.

I walk up to the door and knock.

I hear someone coming.  The door opens and there he is!  He is grey yes,
and a bit stooped but it is still him.

"Mr Harvey?"

"Yes?" he responds looking at me, trying to see if he knows who it is that
is standing at his door.

"Mr Harvey, It's Marty, Marty Boyechuk."

Marty? He is startled and stares at me intently.  Then he spontaneously
starts to weep, tears streaming down his face.  "Oh my, Oh my" he say over
and over.

Not knowing what else to do I put my arms around him and he melts in to my
embrace, backing into the house.

"Oh Marty this is so wonderful." He says gaining a little composure,
although I can see through my own tears that his are not far away from
starting again.

We talk the day away over copious cups of coffee and cans of beer which I
brought with me.

He hasn't seen Jessie, who is married now with three kids, for several
years.  "Too far to travel is what he tells me" Mr Harvey says sadly.

It is getting dark when he realizes that we haven't eaten and that I might
have to be going.  "Where are you staying" He asks

I bow my head a little embarrassed and a little hopeful.  "Well I have no
plans actually, I was going to drive to..."  He stops me dead

Then he grins "you are hoping you can stay here" He laughs.  He could
always see through me .  "Well I only have one bed, a double bed..." he
pauses eyeing me with a twinkle in his eye.  "If you are interested and
don't mind an old wrinkled body lying beside you, you are welcome to share
it with me."

I finally do what I have wanted to do all day.  I lean forward and kiss him
gently on the mouth.  " I really want to Mr Harvey" I pull him into full
embrace

"Oh my, Oh my" he weeps softly