Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2005 21:32:47 EST
From: DefJamMariah85@aol.com
Subject: When Souls Fly Free chpt 14

When Souls Fly Free chpt 14

*NOTE TO READERS* "~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"<---this once
again represents a sudden change in time or setting J

The two boys stepped out of the shower, with drops of
shower water clinging to their bodies. They took turns drying
each other off and playfully flirting. Mrs. Grenier was
downstairs, cooking up the aroma of southern grits and fried
green tomatoes. The night went on as the Grenier family
welcomed Terell to their table and enjoyed the evenings
meal with the sight of Alabama night stars peering in through
one of the kitchens windows. As the night progressed they
finished their plates and placed them in the kitchen sink
sighing with full stomachs in total satisfaction. An unspoken
discomfort fell upon Mr. and Mrs. Grenier as they watched
Marcus and Terell jog upstairs after their goodnight
greetings. Mr. Genier looked at his wife with a sense of
worry.

"I'll tell him tomorrow" Mrs. Grenier said shortly as she
turned around and diverted her attention to washing dishes.

"Well alright then, but don't you beatin around the bush
about it like you usually, Marcus is a grown man...just be
honest with him" Mr. Grenier stated as he picked up the
rest of the dishes from the table and brought them to the
kitchen. "As a matter of fact, you better rest yourself
and get to bed misses".

"But these dishes got to get done" Mrs. Grenier replied.

"Alabama ain't gonna fall apart if you skip one night!,
honey you work yourself too hard...you should be resting
especially now" Mr. Grenier stated.

"Oh alright...you win" Mrs. Grenier replied harshly plopping
down a wet washcloth beside a pile of soiled dishes. Mrs.
Grenier, untied her apron and hung it on the refrigerator
door handle and began to head upstairs. "So what do you
of Terell?" she asked her husband

"Seems like a mighty fine young man, Marcus seems to have
taken a likin to him" Mr. Grenier replied.

"I can see that...just between you and me...I think he's in
love" Mrs. Grenier boldly stated, waiting to see what her
husbands reaction might be with smirk on her face. Mr. Grenier
paused for a moment, he always accepted his son, one of the
older southern men who hadn't clung to the "no faggots in my
family" mind-frame. But found it hard to imagine his little
boy involved with someone.

"Oh let's not go there now..." he replied lightly pinching            		his wife's side as they entered their bedroom to retire for
the night.

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The next day arrived with a cautious sense of awakening.
Both Marcus and Terell woke up, got ready for the day, Marcus
received a message from one of his employers asking how he'd
been doing and Terell knew he had to be home to do chores
around the house and have the "talk" with his mother about
the letter.

"Well babe, I'll catch ya later ok?" Terell said, lightly
kissing Marcus on the cheek.

"Ok hun" Marcus replied back. Terell disappeared
downstairs and continued to head out the front door and
continue with his day. Marcus was left to ponder whether
or not to answer the message from his employer. "Screw it,
I've done enough catering to their every call, they'll live".
He thought to himself as he proceeded to slip on a grey t-shirt
and blue jeans. As he organized the photos he had of him and
Terell on his dresser...he heard a faint voice call him from down
the hallway.

"Marcus honey?" Mrs. Grenier called out. Marcus looked up from smoothing
his shirt out and peered his head out of his bedroom doorway.

"Yes mama?" Marcus answered back.

"I need to talk to ya for a min sweetie"

"Ok I'll be right there!" Marcus stepped out of his doorway
and directed himself at the 1st doorway to the left, his mothers
bedroom. At the moment Marcus entered, he felt the mood around
him change. He saw the look on his mothers face and immediately
became serious.

"What is it mama?"

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Terell saw his mothers car in the front driveway and
softly sighed to himself as he knew what was about to happen.
He grasped the partially rusted and golden door handled and
turned it, opening the front door. He took a few solitary steps
into the kitchen, hearing the sound of the rubber soles of his
shoes making contact with the linoleum floor.

"Terell, is that you?" his mother said from the living
room, sitting patiently in her lounge chair.

"Yeah it's me mama" Terell replied as he stood under
the entry way to the living room giving his mother a somewhat
solemn look. Mrs. Jackson pointed at the couch next to her
signaling Terell to sit next to her. He sat down on the 70's
style brown colored couch that stuck out like a sore thumb
in 2005.

"Mama, I've been doin some thinkin" Terell eeked out.
" I don't want that man back in our lives...he left, without
even saying goodbye..."

"Yes I know Terell..., I'm just don't want you being angry
at for the rest of your life" Mrs. Jackson said, conflicting
feelings were rumbling around in her head as she carefully
began to compose her next thought." But, hun...maybe if you
just tried to contact him, maybe you could settle somethings
with him..."

"Are you kidding me?!" Terell retorted, feeling the heat
rise in his neck." He just leaves us and after what...over
ten years of not giving a shit you think I can just call
him up and everythings ok?!?!"

"You better watch your mouth boy! I taught you better
than those four letter words" Mrs. Jackson snapped back
Terell calmed down a bit.

"Ok I know that...but mama, I'm not a little boy anymore"


"Whats gotten into you lately?...you know ever since you
been hangin out with Marcus you been acting different...is there
anything you wanna tell me?..." Mrs. Jackson inquired, avoiding
the direct "are you gay" question.


"What do you mean by acting different?...what because now
I actually have a friend it's weird for me to be happy or
something?" Terell defiantly replied.

"Terell don't be rediculous, that's not what I mean...
It's just that..." Mrs. Jackson paused for  minute. "Well,
Marcus seems to like you...a lot...". A twenty pound lump
developed in Terells throat as he realized his mother
was becoming suspicious of his relationship with Marcus.
He knew he had to keep it a secret at all costs.


"Oh mama please it ain't like that" Terell replied.
"Marcus and I are just friends"

" I seen the way Marcus looks at you sometimes Terell,
don't look like friendship to me..." Mrs. Jackson retorted
irritatingly plopping her crossword puzzle down beside
her.

"Ok, how did we get to this I thought we were talking
about dad?" Terell replied with a confused look on his face.


" I dunno Terell...somethin just ain't right here".
Terell let out a sigh and got up from the couch and
began to walk towards the staircase.

"Mama, can we just drop this please" Terell stated as
he began to head for his room.

"Don't you walk away from me!" Mrs. Jackson exclaimed.
But it was too late, Terell persisted upstairs and she
was interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing.

"Ugh" Mrs. Jackson sighed as she rested her forehead
on one of her palms for a few seconds, then shook
herself back into reality and went to answer the
phone.

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"Come sit down next to me" Mrs. Grenier patted
the space on the mattress beside her. Marcus reluctantly
sat down beside her. Mrs. Grenier reached over and grabbed
Marcus's hand and held it.

"Honey I'm afriad I got some not so good news..." Mrs.
Grenier said in her low grovely southern accent. Marcus
had a strong suspicion of what she was about to say but
let his mother speak nonetheless." The hospital called
back with the results, they found a tumor...but it's
benign". Marcus heaved a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god" he said as he leaned over to hug his
mother. "Where did they find it?"

"They found it on mah gallbladder, it ain't so bad
people have their gallbladders taken out like tonsils"
Mrs. Grenier said as she tried to laugh and lighten up the
mood.

"How can you say it like that mama?" Marcus rebutted
half giggling and half worried out of  his mind.
"When do you go back..." Marcus asked.

"I'm scheduled in 3 days" Mrs. Grenier replied.
She paused to notice Marcus still looking at her
with that worried look on his face. She took both
of her hands and placed them on the sides of his
face." Hey, listen everything is gonna be alright
ok?...don't you worry" she said consolingly as she
gently placed a kiss on Marcus's forehead, displaying
the true nature of a strong southern mother. "Besides,
I'm gonna need someone to tend to mah roses while
I'm away".

"I suppose dad and I can take care of that" Marcus
replied willingly."  " Besides, YOU need to stop
working yourself so hard out there...I know I've said
it a million times but I don't care"

"Yeah yeah yeah..." Mrs. Grenier replied rolling her eyes
"Alright now, go on and wash up for lunch now"

"Alright...how ya feelin?" Marcus asked.

"I'm doin just fine sweetie now go on" Mrs. Grenier
said not mentioning the slight pain she felt on her right
side where the tumor was, she opened one of her dresser
drawers and pulled out a spare bottle of painkillers she
had saved since her last trip to the hospital and popped
two of the pills in her mouth.

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Back in his room, Terell shook off the uncomfortableness
of the discussion he had just had with his mother. He took a
few moments to center himself and looked around his room.
Thoughts of his father began to enter his mind. He was flooded
with changing feelings, he felt a strange sort of forgiveness
come over his heart as he bent down to his floor and peeked
underneath his bed. He reached underneath and pulled out a
flattened piece of paper that looked like it was once crumpled
up into a ball. It was the letter his father had sent him.
He had secretly kept it in his room all this time, he had never
actually thrown it away. Some part of him, despite the rageful
anger he felt towards him, wondered what it would be like to
communicate with him. It was as if a clock turned his soul
back into a child needing his father as he picked up his
cordless phone. It seemed as thought 2 hours had passed with
every stroke of the keypad while dialing the number. The
ringing on the other end of the line was haunting to Terells
ears.

"Hello" a mans voice answered on the other line. Terell
stuttered.

" Is..um Marcia there?" Terell asked...apparently
faking a wrong number call...the courage to ask for Marvin
Jackson gone completely out the window.

"No I'm sorry you have the wrong number" the voice
said before quickly hanging up.


"Oh man why am I doing this..." Terell asked himself,
only to be overpowered by curiosity again. He began to
dial information...

"Hello, what city and state please" a nasaly
operator answered on the other line.

" Montgomery Alabama...but I don't have a name
I have a number...would it be possible to find out
what name the number is listed under?" Terell
inquired nervously.

"Let me check with my supervisor sir........." a long
pause insued "Hello?...um...yes I believe I can do that
for you sir what is the number?. Terell soon gave her
the number, waiting impatiently.

"Sir, it looks like that number is listed under
a Marvin Jackson" the operator said. Terell was still
with emotion...and speechless.

"Sir?...hello?...are you there?..."

"Yes ma'am sorry about that...um...thank you very much"
Terell replied hanging up the phone. A tear began to
well in his eye as he flopped onto his back on his bed
and silently wept for the next few minutes, in shock
of the experience of hearing his fathers voice...one
which he hadn't heard in over ten years...

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