Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2015 09:51:51 +0100
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: Tarot Cards and More 11

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Alex was silent.  I could clearly see his brain was working overtime and at
the speed of light.  He was weighting the pros and cons.  We didn't have
any doubt about the love we had.  My intuition was that he wouldn't mind
giving it a go, but, as he said, he didn't want to put our relationship at
danger.  I didn't think our relationship was at danger.  It was not like
going each our separate way!  We played together in this scene and I just
wanted us to agree upon what to do.  We hadn't done anything to induce this
situation.  We had just been friendly and grateful for what he had done for
us.

We had no time to think it over a lot more, as the front doorbell rang!


******

Francisco came in, completely dressed in white: white jeans, white
button-down shirt and white sneakers.  With his tanned skin he looked just
smashing.  He had brought a bottle of white wine and I could feel it was
chilled.  I immediately put it in a bucket of ice and brought it out to the
terrace where Alex and Francisco were seated.  The sun was setting down and
I went to lit the torches we had installed in the garden, giving the whole
place a magic glow.  The lights in the swimming pool switched on
automatically.  It was still quite warm and we were all three sweating.  It
didn't take us much time to take our clothes off and jump in the water.
Francisco had gotten used to the fact we were always swimming in the nude
and was not shy to join us naked as well.  We had never paid too much
attention to his body as he was just a friend, but with the conversation
Alex and I had just before his arrival, I looked at him with different
eyes.

Francisco had the same height as we and there wasn't an ounce of fat to be
seen.  His chest, stomach, arms and legs were covered with dark hair.  It
was obvious that he trimmed his pubes neatly just as we did.  His shaft and
balls were hairless.  His whole body was muscular due to a regular work out
but not as bulging as a body-builder.  He had two-day stubble on his square
chin and his over-all look was really masculine.  The first few minutes in
the water were clearly to freshen up, doing laps from one end to the other.
We matched in swim-style and speed.  After about ten laps we rested for a
moment and started to play in the water.  It was all joyful and we laughed
like kids being in a pool for the first time.  I jumped out of the pool and
went to open the bottle of wine.  Alex soon joined me, but Francisco swam a
few more laps.  When he came out of the water I understood why he had swam
those extra laps.  His cock was not as flaccid as when he jumped in.  He
was not hard, but I knew it had deflated thanks to the extra laps in the
cool water.  We didn't dry off.  We let the cooling evening breeze do that
for us.

We had a toast to the success of the joined efforts of Alex and Francisco.
I brought out the dressed plates with our evening meal.  I had put quite
some time in a nice presentation of the food and it was all gone in less
than five minutes!  Dessert was just plain vanilla ice cream with hot
chocolate sauce.  That disappeared at the same speed.  Once coffee and
liquors were on the table, I couldn't help myself to ask Francisco why on
earth he was alone in life.

- I guess I haven't found anybody who lives up to my expectations, he said.
It is not that I am that difficult, but my absolute priority is honesty.  I
can't live with lies.  I have lived it more than once that people lied to
me and I just hate it.  I happened to meet people who lied about small
things that didn't really have any importance, but I thought that if they
could lie about small things, they wouldn't have problems lying about big
things.  The second part of me being alone is also because of my job.  I am
a security manager and have quite some people working with and for me.  I
don't want them to have the possibility of talking behind my back.  All in
all, I guess I haven't found my Mr. Right.

- That's fair enough, I said, but is there any deeper reason for being
alone?

- I guess that a possibility of failure in a relationship keeps me from
starting anything, he answered.

That made me think about Alex and me when we started our relationship.
Alex was scared to death and I had put on the song "The Rose" of Bette
Midler.  I looked at Alex and he seemed to recognize this situation as
well.  This time however, it was Alex who went into the house and searched
for the CD and put it on.  At the first notes of the song, Francisco
smiled.

- I know this song all to well, he said.  I have listened to it a thousand
times and I understand every word of it.  Those lyrics are so full of
sense, but... it seems my fear is anchored in my mind and in my heart.
Apart from my fear, there is something else that happens constantly in my
life: getting a crush on people who are not available.  It can be that they
are just straight and if not, that they are committed.  I have an enormous
respect for people in a relationship and would never interfere, as I
wouldn't like someone to interfere in my relationship.

- But you are still young and I am sure you crave human contact, Alex said.

- Yes I do.  Finding someone to have sex with is not difficult, neither
here or in any part of the world.  But that is not what I am looking for.
Ok, I had anonymous sex when the urge to feel someone got to strong.  What
I really crave is to make love.  Believe it or not, I made love only once
in my life!  I was madly in love and I thought my partner was as well, but
after a few weeks I discovered he was seeing quite some other guys on the
side.  I was devastated but left him nonetheless.  He made me feel like the
only one and the most special person on this earth, but I couldn't live
with him cheating on me constantly.

- I can understand what you are saying, Alex said, but what I don't
understand is that you haven't found the right guy.  You are really
attractive and you have so much positive sides for you.  You are full of
qualities and I would think guys would be waiting in line to be with you!

Francisco was blushing.  He was really cute when blushing.  Alex went on.

- I wouldn't mind having you in my life!  And neither would Gerald.

Alex had made up his mind!  He knew I would agree with whatever decision he
made and he was right!  The ball was in Francisco's court.  We had made it
clear what we thought and felt.  Francisco was flabbergasted!  His eyes got
as big as saucers, looking in total disbelief.  He opened his mouth to say
something, but nothing came out.  Someone had to come to his help.

- Listen Francisco, Alex said, Gerald and I have never indulged a third
person in our relationship.  Before I go on, on the subject, you have to
know Gerald is gifted with strong and accurate intuitions.  He is the one
to tell me to investigate Mrs. Hernandez quite closely.  He is also the one
who told me that you feel really well in our company and that your feelings
are probably a little stronger than just friendship...

Alex was going too strong.  I saw an almost look of panic on Francisco's
face.  He was probably thinking I was a kind of wizard or warlock!  Alex
wasn't really subtle with his explanations!

- Francisco, please, don't panic, I said.  Alex is putting it very roughly.
What he means is that I feel things in a way other people don't.  I can't
predict the future or anything like that.  It is all just a question of
sensations.  What I felt about you first of all is the fact that you seem
lonely, and we don't understand why.  You are attractive, intelligent, kind
and pleasant.  You have a great sense of humor and you are a fun guy to
have around.  If we had been in the town where we used to live before we
moved over here, I would probably have a bunch of guys to introduce you to.
Here, you are up till now the only friend we have and what Alex tried to
explain is that we like you.  We like you very much and we would consider
it an honor to have you even closer into our lives.  Our relationship is
strong and we don't have a NEED to have someone else, but you are special
my friend.  We both would find it nice if you dropped by even more than you
do now.  You don't need any formal invitation to come to see us.

Francisco looked relaxer now.  Alex had given him the sensation that he
wanted to jump his bones right there and then.  I had tried, and I guessed
I had succeeded, to calm him down a bit and make it clear it was the person
and the personality of Francisco that we appreciated first of all.
Francisco kept silent.  It was obvious that he had quite some information
to assimilate.  He seemed a bit uncomfortable, covering his naked genitals
with his hands and his towel.  Was it too much for him?  Maybe it was!  I
served him another Costa Rican brandy and he gulped it down completely.

- You guys mind if I let all this information settle down in my head for a
few minutes?  Francisco asked.

- Of course you can! I said.

With that he stood up and jumped in the cool refreshing water of the pool.
He swam several laps at the speed of light, clearly wanting to work it off
physically.  It downed on me that he was not used to receive compliments.
He had not the slightest idea of how attractive he was, I would even say
hot.  He was a very nice specimen of man and I was only telling him the
truth with the "intelligent, kind and pleasant" comment.  He sincerely
deserved to be happy and appreciated for who he was and that was exactly
what we wanted to give him.  Ok, it was not pure altruism!  We got
something out of it as well such as nice company and probably a kind of
sexual satisfaction.  Who knew?

He came out of the water and took his towel to dry off.  The sight was just
so erotic: the light of the torches flickering through the droplets on his
dark golden skin and black hairs on his chest, belly and legs.  The white
towel was making an even stronger contrast in the dim light.  Michael
Angelo's David was not even close to Francisco's beauty and perfect body.
I was still very much un love with Alex and wondered at the same time if it
was possible to be in love with two people at the same time.  It had never
occurred to me before!  The question was there, but without an answer at
that time.  They were similar, yes, but unique each in their own way.  I
loved Alex's masculine and almost brutal way of thinking and acting.
Francisco seemed more refined and soft, but masculine nonetheless.  Alex
was very attentive, as long as you reminded him to be.  Francisco seemed to
be attentive in a natural way.  Alex could be assertive or submissive in
bed.  Francisco I didn't know.  Nonetheless, I felt attracted to both of
them, maybe not in the same way but certainly in a compatible and even
complementary way.

I felt a bit strange and even weird about the situation, although Alex and
I had talked about it and agreed to go with the flow.  WE had talked about
it, but we hadn't included Francisco in the conversation.  Ok, we had made
our point to him, but we hadn't expressed clearly that the emotional side
was implicated.  We hadn't said openly that we would accept and welcome his
love and giving ours.  I thought it was important.

- Francisco, I said, I want you to know we are fond of you.  When we say we
want you more in our lives, it means that we really would like the feelings
to be reciprocal.  I guess you are a bit scared, according with what you
said earlier about the respect you show for couples or people in
relationships.  We hope you understand that we are inviting you in.  It is
not that you intrude in what we have or what we feel for each other.  We
are sure you could and would be a happy part of this family.

With those words he got emotional and his eyes got even moist.  His lower
lip trembled slightly.  With time we would learn that the trembling of his
lower lip was a sign of a happiness that even he didn't believe could be
true.  I started to be concerned with his silence but knew it was not a bad
sign with him.  His silence was his way to tell us he assimilated the
information and that he took his time to believe the luck that was falling
on to him.  I wondered if he had been hurt in the past.  Hurt in such a way
that he lost total confidence in the human kind.  Hurt in a way that he
didn't allow himself to receive positive things.  I asked him.  When the
question was out in the open, he turned to Alex.

- Is Gerald always so accurate?

Alex laughed.

- Yes indeed, he is, he answered.  As I told you, Gerald is gifted and
listens to his heart and his intuitions.  He doesn't doubt his feelings as
in the past they proved to be correct.  Since I know him, he has never made
a mistake.  I have learned to accept this and even listen to it.  Oh, don't
misunderstand me!  He doesn't have intuitions all the time and he can go
for weeks and even months without the slightest vision, but when he has, it
is right to the point.

- OK, Francisco said.  I will answer your question.  I told you I had been
in love once and was that the guy was seeing more people on the side than a
hooker on the street.  What I didn't tell you, yet, is that he tried to
force me to have sex with some of his friends.  I refused, but it didn't
stop there.  It frequently happened that some of his friends came over to
his house while I was there.  The real reason I left him was not only the
cheating.  The main reason was that one night I was gang banged against my
will.  It all started quite innocently with his best friend openly
caressing my back and my thighs.  My ex didn't say anything and even
encouraged his friend to feel more of me.  I tried to free myself from the
situation, but was brutally pulled back and forced to sit down.  The action
was coming from my ex and I don't even want to pronounce his name.  He held
me down, pulling my wrist behind my back and the slightest movement hurt a
lot.  While I was literally pinned down, his friend started to unzip my
trousers and pulling them down.  His other friends were cheering him up to
go on.  Before I even knew I was naked on the sofa and touched all over by
several hands.  I was forced to suck cocks, whoever they belonged to and to
make a long story short, I was raped over and over again.  I can talk about
it now, but have been silently suffering for years.  After that day, I
stopped seeing him completely and built a wall around me, not letting
anybody in.  People even started to call me asocial.

Francisco seemed to still have a hard time even after all those years and
it was understandable.  It made me think that he deserved even more to be
loved and feel happy.  I hoped he would allow us to give him just that.

- What happened then is past time and, unfortunately, I can't change it.
It is burnt in my memory and even though I try very hard to forget it, it
is impossible.  What I CAN do is put the past aside and try to live the
present, but what you are saying and implying is far too nice to be true.
Yes, indeed, I fell for you and I feel really comfortable around you.  But
as I said, you are in a committed relationship and I can't think of coming
in between the two of you.

- That's where you misinterpret our words Francisco, I said.  You are not
coming "in between" us, you are coming "with us" and as soon as you'll
understand that, you'll realize it can be a very enriching experience to
start with.  With time it will go further.  We will be able to share
everything we have.  The only difference is that we will be three instead
of being just two.

Francisco was struggling with the idea.  We would give him time to get used
to the idea.  He had admitted he fell for us.  We would just had to wait
till he felt for us.  After the conversation, where we had half expected to
be three in our bed, Francisco dressed.  He was going home he said, to put
everything quietly in its place in his head and in his heart.  The only
difference with all the other times was that instead of just shaking hands,
he gave us each a quick kiss on the lips before getting in his car and
driving off.

Alex was perplexed and didn't know what to think.  For me it was clear.
Francisco didn't have a crush on us but on ONE of us.  He was going home
not only to sort out all we said but also to see if he could live with two
guys of which one he was falling in love with (or already was).  For the
very first time in our relationship, I didn't mention my thoughts to Alex.
I didn't know why.  It was not that I wanted to keep it secret.  It was not
that I wanted to exclude Alex from a new intuition.  Maybe I just doubted
my intuition for once.  I would have to call Tiffany and see what her
reaction was.

After Francisco's departure, we went to bed and none of us was in the mood
for lovemaking.  Alex just rested his head on my chest and was lightly
snoring before I even realized it.  I couldn't fall asleep.  The
conversation we had with Francisco was playing over and over in my head.
My intuition about him being in love with one of us was troubling me,
because I felt I could easily fall for him.  Nonetheless I was convinced,
but not a hundred percent, that he was in love with Alex.  The conversation
we had before his arrival played in my head as well.  He had said he didn't
want to put our relationship in danger, but nonetheless he had been the
first to accept Francisco in it and almost suggested a threesome on the
floor of the terrace.  There were too many questions, which stayed
unanswered.  What was going on between the two of them?  Was Alex falling
for the guy and had accepted my statement so easily?  Was I falling for the
guy?  Was Alex and my relationship in danger?  Was the danger coming from
outside our relationship or from within?  Did I start to doubt about what
we had?  As I said, too many questions!

With time, Francisco dropped by more and more.  Nothing sexual happened.
We were just getting to learn each other better and better.  The subject of
a threesome or getting Francisco into our relationship never came up again.
The only thing I noticed was that Francisco came by more than once, knowing
Alex was not at home.  It was different when it was just the two of us.  In
a certain way he seemed more nervous, but on the other hand more relaxed.
A real paradox, isn't it?  How do I explain?  Francisco seemed more nervous
because I had the feeling he wanted to say something but never managed to
do so.  Every single sentence was inducing another but the other one never
came.  It was not only with words.  Even his manly hug when he entered the
house was different, like he wanted to be close but not daring to.  More
relaxed because he seemed to be himself easier.  I saw it like he was
letting his guard down when Alex was not around.  A little example of that
was that he would never serve himself a drink when Alex was home, but when
it was just the two of us, he went to the fridge and took whatever he
fancied.  He seemed more at home when Alex was not there, as simple as
that.

On our weekly call, Tiffany was always enthusiastic.  It was about six
months since we moved and she told me she missed our talks and meets.  She
was planning to fly over as soon as possible.  I was looking forward to it
as well.  Even though I had always been home alone, even before we moved,
for the first time in my life I felt lonely.  Alex was still thoughtful and
with a lot of attention towards me, but nonetheless...  Francisco's visits
were always welcome and my Spanish got better with the day.  Most of the
people I met were neighbors or shopkeepers!  I longed for a more intensive
social life.  When Alex got home after work, he was tired most of the time
and didn't want to go out.  He even suggested I should go out with
Francisco and discover town a bit more, but when I suggested throwing a
party for the neighbors so that we could get better acquainted, Alex
brushed it off saying he was too tired.  He had never been like that
before!  He had always been quite active and full of energy.  I wondered if
his job was not asking too much of him, but he pretended he was all right.

Finally, the date of Tiffany's arrival was there.  Of course, I went to
pick her up at the airport and being reunited was pure joy.  She marveled
at all the things I showed her around San Jose.  When I suggested going to
the natural park, Alex said he preferred to stay home.  Tiffany and I went
alone.  Before we reached the park, Tiffany asked if I knew a quiet place
where we could sit down and talk.  It was not uncommon for her to ask for
such a thing, but I had the feeling she had something important to say.  We
found a nice little bar on the road, with a beautiful terrace in the
backyard.  We sat down and had a coffee.

- How are things going Gerald?  Tiffany asked without a detour.

I told her the basics, including the episode with Francisco and the offer
we had made him, but that he had politely declined.  The friendship we had
was great and I considered him a close friend.  She got very serious.

- Hold on to that Francisco guy Gerald, she said, you will need a good
friend.

- Why do you say that? I asked her.

She was suddenly quite nervous and looking for her words, something strange
with her.

- I don't know how to tell you this, but there is only one way:
straightforward.  I had a very, very bad intuition or vision if you prefer.
I laid the cards out and they confirmed it to me.  I saw Alex on a hospital
bed.

- What?

- Yes, indeed Gerald.  It is not that he has been shot or anything violent
as that.  My guess is that Alex is ill, but he doesn't know it or doesn't
want to see it.  You told me you both had a checkup before you moved, but I
really should advise you to take him to the doctor, although ... and sorry
to say so ... it could already be too late.

She looked me straight in the eyes when saying that.  I knew Tiffany and I
knew she was probably right.  She had never made a mistake in the past and
I had, unfortunately, no reasons to think she was wrong now.

- Gerald, that is why I wanted to come over as soon as possible.  I had to
tell you, but you surely understand I couldn't tell you over the phone.
Believe me, it is the most hard and difficult message I had ever to deliver
to anyone!  Take him to the doctor and if necessary, come back and see the
doctor you went to before you left.

My mind was running faster than the speed of light.  I realized indeed that
in the last weeks and almost months Alex was often complaining of being
tired.  I hadn't seen a change in him apart from that.  It was as if
Tiffany read my thoughts.

- You haven't seen any change in him, because you are next to him every
day.  I can tell you that he doesn't look that well since you left.  He
lost weight and more important, he lost that sparkle in his eyes.  He
probably found one hundred excuses to explain his tiredness, but he knows
there is something wrong.  He won't admit it, but I can tell you: you have
to prepare yourself for some very hard times.  I accepted the trip to that
national park, knowing he wouldn't come along.  It was the perfect excuse
to have you alone and tell you what is going on.

Do I have to say that we didn't see the natural park?  No, we went back
home.  No matter what would happen, I would confront Alex with a direct
question about his health.  I drove a little faster than what the speed
limits allowed.  We reached the house and as we didn't hear a thing, I
first thought Alex was not home, but his car was in the garage.  I finally
found him on the terrace in one of the lounge chairs.  He looked peacefully
asleep.  I called out his name, but he didn't wake-up.  I got closer and
saw that he was sweating profusely.  I could also see his chest moving due
to his respiration.  I shook his shoulder softly, but didn't receive any
reaction.  That's when I realized he was actually unconscious.  I shook him
a little harder, but still no reaction.  I didn't have a clue as which was
the emergency number.  I didn't know of any hospital.  The only person who
would be able to help me was Angela!  I called her and she said to stay
calm, that she was taking charge of things.  Not even ten minutes later I
heard the siren of an ambulance stopping in front of the house.  I had
already opened the gate and the front door.  The paramedics rushed in and
over to where Alex was.  I had opened the umbrella above him so that he
would be in the shade.

They had him on a stretcher in no time and I had problems following them
with my car.  When we arrived at the hospital, Angela was already there,
taking charge of papers and insurances.  Alex was wheeled into the
emergency room immediately but I had to stay out.  I hate hospital
policies!

It took an eternity before the doctor came out and greeted Angela as a good
friend.  He needed a consent form to be signed to admit him in intensive
care, as he was not waking from his unconsciousness.  It was then that I
heard the word "coma" for the first time that day.  They made me sign a
bunch of papers that I didn't even read.  If they had to be signed, I would
sign anything to help Alex faster and better.  Tiffany and Angela stayed at
my side the whole time, but I needed someone more: Francisco.  I called
him, telling him what had happened and where I was.  How he did it, I don't
know, but in less than fifteen minutes he stormed into the waiting room
next to the emergency room and he took me in his arms, trying to comfort me
as much as he could.

While we were waiting, I introduced him to Tiffany, who he had heard of,
and they hugged as if they were close friends.  The doctor came out again
and made me sign yet another form to allow them to have a scan.  Two hours
later the doctor came out again and I immediately knew it was all over.  I
vaguely heard some words like "brain stroke" and "better for him in his
condition".

- What about his condition?  I asked.  What do you mean?

- With the scan we not only discovered a brain bleeding, but he also had a
major brain tumor, the doctor said.  Didn't he tell you?

I was flabbergasted.  Angela and Francisco looked at me in awe.  They were
as stunned as I was.  It was clear that Alex didn't know either.  He had
complained about his tiredness and from time to time about killing
headaches, but nothing more.  Now he was gone!  What was I to do?
Fortunately Angela and she took care of all the administrative things.
Alex had filled in a form and what to do in case of emergency and that
allowed her to make the right decisions.  She only came over to me when all
the paperwork was done and that I just had to sign whatever she presented
to me.  We had been at the hospital less than four hours and my life had
been shattered to pieces.  They had allowed me to see him a last time.  He
looked so peaceful.

I had to call his parents.  That was the most difficult phone call I had
ever made.  Fortunately it was his father who picked up.  It was hard on
them.  His father supplicated to send his body back as they had a family
tomb.  I asked Angela if there was anything stipulated in his last will,
but there wasn't.  Burying here wouldn't help me having him back so I told
Angela to take all the necessary measures to send him back. His parents
would probably organize a religious service, but I was not up to that.  I
didn't travel with Alex back to his parents.

The following two weeks I lived in a blur.  Tiffany and Francisco were the
best friends I could have.  They stayed the whole time with me.  Francisco
had taken time off of work for me.  I wasn't aware of it, but he and
Tiffany were very soon becoming very close friends.  She explained to him
what kind of gift I had.

- Why couldn't he see what was going to happen than?  Francisco asked.

- It is difficult to explain, she answered, but in a nutshell it seems that
gifted people can't see clearly for themselves.  Our gift is to give away,
not for ourselves.

But it was clear to Francisco what it was after she explained.  He had been
frightened when Alex explained it a few months previous.  Now he seemed
comfortable with it.

I woke up from my stupor just a few days before Tiffany had to fly back.
The wake-up was hard.  I guessed Alex's mother was pissed at me, first for
taking her son so far away, secondly for not having (in her opinion) the
necessary medical care and last but not least, because I didn't travel with
him back to them.  I wasn't sorry for it or for her.  Our relationship had
never been that good anyway.  Alex's things were here and I tried to
exorcise the pain by packing all his things and store them in the garage.
I still didn't know what I would do with them.  Time would tell.

Francisco came by every single day.  I had given him the remote control for
the gate and the key to the house.  I had been forced to be aware I was on
my own and that it was important for someone to be able to enter the house
in case something happened with me.  Although Alex wasn't there anymore, I
could count on the total support of Angela and Mr. Mackenzie.  They even
organized a kind of funeral service, but not religious at all.  All of
Alex's colleagues were there and a few said some very nice words about him.
I got of course very emotional but appreciated the gesture.  They even
waited a few weeks before coming and getting Alex's company car.

Francisco tried desperately to get me out of the house.  Dinning out became
a regular thing.  Some evenings we even had a little more to drink than
allowed, but we were never really drunk.  I even met a few very close
friends of Francisco who were pleasant and nice to meet.  My circle of
friends grew fast.  There was not a hair on my head that thought of moving
back.  I had made my home here in Costa Rica and was firmly decided to
adapt a hundred percent to my living here.  The house came back to live as
well.  A few barbecues and swimming pool parties brought laughter back as
well.  Even though it sounds harsh, my life had to go on and the only
souvenir was a picture of Alex and me on the mantle piece.

When I had a hard time, and it happened frequently, Francisco was there to
listen to me and accepting my grieving.  He was the shoulder I could cry
on.  He never, never complained and was extremely patient with me.  Going
back to "normal life" took me over six months.  I started to write again.
My editor had understood my situation and hadn't insisted too much on the
second volume of the trilogy.  My inspiration returned, but the book took a
new turn with the death of one of the characters.  It was my way to cope
with my grief.  The feeling of emptiness and loneliness I felt were
transferred into the book.  I thought that it was a kind of therapy and it
actually helped.

The appreciation I felt for Francisco grew every day.  I even started to
miss him when he was not there.  He was the one who brought a smile on my
face almost effortlessly.  We were that often together that I told him he
should bring over some clothes so that he wouldn't have to go back to his
house every five minutes.  I was so happy when I saw him arriving one day
with a suitcase.  It was almost a year after Alex's death that our
friendship took a new turn.



To be continued if you guys tell me you like the story.
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