Date: Wed, 04 Jul 2007 06:47:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 19 (Final part)

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On the plane, Malcolm asked the boys who they wanted to write to when
they got back to Minnesota.

"Ricky and Chucky. We gotta tell Ricky about Mama's dress."

"And Mone shure Pierre, too, Juan. Remember he made the preddy dress."

"I think it's a lucky dress. Mama is always happy when she wears that
dress. Like she's in love. She wore it for Signor Vincenzo. We have to
write him. And to Pasquale."

"And Hootah. I wanna dell him all my stories."

"Yes, Pepito, your feet certainly soaked up lots of good stories on this
trip, and your imagination mixed them up and made wonderful new ones."

"Then, Dexter and Lyle."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Big Cock. And his wonder boy. Hehe."

"You ain't jealous, are you, Malcolm?"

"No way. I've got something he could never have." He hugged his two
lovers.

"And speaking of big cocks, I gotta write to Karel, or Jan, whatever his
name is hehe. And his brother Vilem or Radek. And his Papa too."

"Can I ride to Mana-gin Pis?"

"And Herr Bruce, and Rolf and Heinrich."

"Heinrich was my age and already getting fugged. Is dat when you decided
to fug me, Malgum?"

"I wish we could write to Sammy, but I don't like his daddy Toffe. He was
mean."

"And Mr. Grivon. I wonder if our galendar is finished."

"And Aran. He was another photographer. We helped him photograph
flowers."

"And Dr. Chandra. He made me all bedder."

"And his son Krishna, and Om. And Jacob and Melinda."

"No, Juan! Jacob and she live where we live. We can just go to the store
and see them."

Juan hit his head with a "Well, Duh!" expression. "Well, we can write to
Zudora though."

"And Dr. Channery. We helped him dig stuff."

"And Mr. Weinblum. You know, Scott. And Mrs. Tonomi."

"Yeah, And Mamigo the sumo wrestler!"

"Don't forget Mac's boys Matari, Warrun and Darel."

"And Torang. Shit, we're going to be writing letters all summer long,
hehe."

.oOo.

At the Oaxaca airport to meet them were a dozen of Maria's relatives.
Maria was crying and laughing and hugging brothers and sisters and
in-laws and meeting nephews and nieces for the first time and finally
introducing her own beautiful boys and Malcolm.

They were driven to the home of her sister and brother-in-law, Luisa and
Hector, where they would stay, but not before a big welcoming fiesta.
From all over Oaxaca, people began to arrive to see again the Señora
they had not seen since her elopement: her family, Pedro's family, and
good friends from long ago. Some of the old folks called her Tabitha, and
she explained to her boys that Tabitha was a lady in the Bible who died
and St. Peter brought her back to life. Another story she learned from
the nuns as a little girl. To these people, it was like Maria had
returned from the dead.

Juan and Pepito availed themselves of the huge platters filled with
tacos, tortillas, quesadillas, pallela, guacamole, calabaza, frijoles,
nachos, salsa, burritos, chapulines, pollo picado, and tamales. For the
adults, there was unending tequila. It was a joyous time of celebration.
New people kept arriving who had to meet the Americanos.

"Do you remember me, Maria?"

"Carlos, is that really you?"

It was well past midnight when the party broke up. Maria, tired but
overjoyed, went to her bedroom. Hector helped Malcolm carry the boys,
both already fast asleep to their bedroom. He apologized that he didn't
have another spare room, but Malcolm assured him he'd be fine sleeping in
the same room as the boys. After all, he had just traveled around the
world with them.

The next morning, Hector took Malcolm and the boys on a tour of his city.
But Maria chose to stay with her sister and catch up on old times. "It
was so good to see Carlos last night. I remember when we were little
kids, he would see me walking home from school, and he used to hide
behind a tree, and jump out and chase me down the street. He was so much
fun."

"Si," Luisa said, "and last night he was so happy to see you again. He
hasn't laughed so much in years, not since his Rosalita died, God bless
her soul."

"I know how he feels. At least when Pedro died, I had my Juan and Pepito.
I couldn't mourn long with those two angels around."

"And Malcolm. He seems like a nice man. Sometime, Maria, maybe there will
be another wedding? None of us were able to come to your first wedding."

"Me and Malcolm? Oh, no, no, no. Malcolm is a wonderful man, really
wonderful. And so good to my boys. But, no, we will not marry. You see,
please don't tell people, but Malcolm is homosexual."

"Fajina? Joto?"

"Please, Luisa, he is my good friend."

"Don't worry, Maria, my lips are sealed. But, I have to tell you, I think
Carlos will be happy."

"Carlos!! Why on earth would he be happy that Malcolm is gay?"

"Carlos likes you, Maria. I could see it in his eyes last night."

"Oh, Luisa, don't be silly. That was the Tequila."

"Well, why don't you call him up? It wouldn't hurt to talk to him,
Sister."

When the boys returned home, they learned that their mother was going out
for the evening. They decided it must be someone special because Maria
put on her lucky rose gown from Paris.

After they left, Malcolm asked Hector to tell him about Carlos. "Many
years ago, Carlos started an iron and steel company in Monterey from
scratch. He worked hard and the firm became one of the leading producers
in Mexico."

"The steel manufacturers back home in Minnesota were going through hard
times, until they began to develop international trading partners. I read
that Mexico is now our state's eighth largest trading partner. And many
Mexicans are working in the steel mills there. You know, I admire a
self-made man like Carlos. I started a business also, worked hard, and
when I sold it last year I was able to take this odyssey."

Carlos picked Maria up the next night as well. And the next.

"Señor Malgum, Mama is so happy here. Do you dink she's gonna marry
Garlos?"

"I don't know, Pepito. How would you feel about that?"

"Well, I want Mama to be happy and all. But, . . ." Pepito's eyes were
watering.

"But what?"

"Well, if we lived here in Oaxaca, we would never see you again."

"Oh, Pepito, my sweet angelito, I am happy you feel that way. But let's
just wait and see. OK? I know your mother wouldn't do anything to make
you boys unhappy."

.oOo.

The days passed quickly. One afternoon, Maria, Malcolm and the boys were
walking in the garden.

"Señor Malcolm, do you know the age of consent here in Mexico?" Maria
had a wide grin on her face.

"No, I haven't looked it up yet. OK, Maria, you've been keeping a secret
about this all the way around the world. Come on. What are you hiding."

"I know the age here in Mexico. It's 12."

"Shit, I'm 12, Mama."

"I know, Juan, hehe."

"Shit, Malcolm, that means we can do it. Even the government says so.
Come on, let's do it now." He grabbed Malcolm's hand and started dragging
him into the house.

Malcolm said, "You're the Boss!" and shrugged at Maria.

Maria and Pepito were laughing. But Pepito soon turned serious. "I'm
still not big enough, am I, Mama?"

"Pepito. If Malcolm says you're a big boy, and I say you're a big boy,
then no law anywhere in this world can keep you two from loving each
other. Love is a beautiful thing, Pepito. And when you really, really
love someone, then sex is a beautiful way to show that love."

"Are you in love, Mama?" Maria wasn't prepared for that question. "Do you
love Señor Garlos?"

"Señor Carlos is a very nice man, Pepito. He makes Mama very happy." She
saw the tears in Pepito's eyes. "What's wrong, Pepito? Tell me."

"It's oh gay, Mama. I want you to be happy. It's oh gay if we live down
here, far away from Señor Malcolm. I want you to be in love, too."

"Oh, Pepito, Pepito," Maria got on her knees and hugged her youngest
baby. "You are the sweetest boy in the whole world. Don't worry, Pepito.
This is a lovely city; this is where Mama grew up, but we will not move
back to Oaxaca. I promise.

The next morning, Maria took the boys and went with Luisa to the
cemetery. "Juan, Pepito, this is your father. My beloved Pedro, God bless
his soul. He loved you boys very much. No one will ever take his place."
The boys lit candles and repeated their mother's prayers. Then Luisa took
them for a walk to see their grandparents' graves, and left Maria to talk
to Pedro. "Am I doing the right thing, Pedro? Carlos makes me very happy.
I know I make him happy too. But I will never be his Rosalita and he will
never be you. I promise I will do what is best for our boys, Pedro.
Adios."

That night, Carlos came over for dinner. He sat between Juan and Pepito.
After dessert, he said he had two announcements to make. Pepito was
nervous.

"I'm not sure which announcement to make first. They are both good news.
Well, OK, I guess I'll say that my steel company has been bought by a big
Americano company, and they have chosen me to be in charge of the new
division."

"Congratulations, Carlos." Malcolm offered a toast.

"And the second announcement is, well, this afternoon I asked this pretty
Señora to marry me, and well, Maria said Si."

This time Hector offered a toast, but the mood of the Americanos was
subdued. Maria sensed the tension and whispered to Carlos.

"Oh, excusa. I guess I left out one part. With my new promotion, I will
have to move. I will still make trips back here to Mexico, but I will
have to take Maria and the boys to live near the corporate headquarters
in . . . Minneapolis!"

"Yippee!!" Now everyone was happy.

.oOo.

The wedding took place the following weekend and half of Oaxaca, it
seemed, attended. The same priest that baptized Maria and Carlos now
joined them in matrimony. Pepito was confused when he and Juan were asked
to "give Mama away." Malcolm gave the happy couple a special present, a
honeymoon trip to Rome. When Maria had thrown her coin into the fountain,
she didn't realize how soon she would return, nor for what happy reason.

Malcolm promised Maria to get the boys safely back home and back in
school. They had lots to show their teachers and classmates. He also
promised Carlos that when they got back from their honeymoon, he would
baby-sit for the boys every Saturday night so the newlyweds could do
something romantic. Juan and Pepito giggled; they knew they'd be doing
romantic stuff too.

[This is the end of the story of Rip and of Malcolm's trip around the
world. I would like to hear from my readers. Please email me at
herb_cat@mailcity.com and tell me what you thought.]