Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 06:22:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Doug Smith <das11111@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Move, Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Hi  ...  I'm Dan."

The girl next to me introduced herself as Becky.  One of the guys in front
of us kind of nodded but the other didn't even acknowledge I sat down.
Becky frowned and said the friendly ones are Chris and Ryan.  Neither one
of them said anything. 'Okay, this is going to be fun,' I thought.  I
glanced at them, took out a notebook and looked at the course syllabus.

The class was actually very good.  Mr. Howard was very animated and told a
lot of stories that got his points across and kept the class interesting.
He asked a lot of questions to get the class involved. I surprised myself
by trying to answer one of his questions.  I'm not sure I was right but he
smiled and said "good observation."

I took some notes and wrote down the homework assignment for that night.
He said tomorrow he would hand out information on a project we'd be doing
for this unit.  All he said was that it would be a group project which
didn't make me feel too good.

When class ended everyone stood up to leave.  Kids were talking as they
filed out to go to their next class.  Becky started talking as Chris and
Ryan walked by talking to each other but not really talking to anyone else,
especially me. I don't know why it bothered me.  I wasn't bothered they
were talking. It was just that they had walked by without even
acknowledging me.  They didn't even know me.  Phil was probably always
saying stuff to them so I assumed seeing me with him was enough for them
not to like me.  Either that or they just weren't very friendly.

It really wasn't a big deal.  They were just average kids, kind of cute but
that wasn't what intrigued me.  I only knew them because of what Phil had
done.  I didn't even know if they are gay.  Phil saying it didn't make it
true.  I already thought he was an asshole.  He might just call anyone he
doesn't like gay but the thought that they might be made me feel like I had
some connection with them.  It wasn't like I wanted to jump them or
anything. I also didn't think gay kids would be friends just because
they're gay but in high school one doesn't always know who is and how isn't
so it's a nice feeling to have some type of connection.  At least it is for
me.  Besides, they both have nice butts.

"What's with them?" Becky asked.  "They usually aren't like that.  It's
like they thought you're the plague or something."

"It's okay, I must have done something," I said softly.  I tried not to
show I was hurt but she looked at me and smiled.

"No, they're just being jerks.  What could you have done?  You just got
here.  I'll talk to them at lunch."

"No, it's okay, really."

She smiled and said not to worry about it.  We rubbed against each other as
we walked into the hall.  She laughed and continued talking about the
school, the kids, welcoming me town and other stuff I didn't really pay
attention to.  She said she had math next and that she'd catch me later.  I
had Computer Applications which was in the other direction.  The same two
kids were in that class as well but they ignored me.

Becky had said their names were Chris and Ryan.  I did manage to get them
to say something when I sat next to them but it wasn't very friendly.  I
tried asking a couple of questions which Chris answered in as few words as
possible.  His tone made it clear he was annoyed.  Nope, definitely not too
friendly.

I had Phys Ed fourth period but didn't have anything to wear.  I gave my
admission slip to the coach who said I could sit on the bleachers and watch
today.  He did say to make sure I was ready on Wednesday.  Tuesday I had
health class during fourth period.

I watched as the class played volleyball.  There were two nets, one across
each end of the basketball court.  I noticed Phil and his friends were in
the class and it looked like they were the typical jocks who thought they
were God's gift to the school.  'This class is going to suck,' I thought.

There were five classes before lunch and three afterwards.  That was more
than I was used to.  I only had seven periods a day back home.  My fifth
period class was Chemistry.  The teacher was boring as shit.  Maybe it was
because I hadn't gotten much sleep but I'm pretty sure I fell asleep during
class.  I don't really remember much other than the buzzer going off at the
end of class.  Nobody from my other classes was in this class.  Either that
or I didn't recognize them.

- - -

One of the hardest things about starting a new school is not knowing
anyone.  It wasn't like I had trouble making friends.  It's just that it
takes time.  I often saw new kids start school back home and didn't think
much about it.  My opinion changed now that the shoe is on the other foot.

Lunch was the time it became abundantly clear I was the new kid.  Everyone
was sitting with their friends.  I could either eat by myself like it was
no big deal, pick an arbitrary table and sit down introducing myself or
maybe find someone I recognized from one of my classes and sit with them.
In this case I opted for the latter hoping for the best.

I walked over to a table by the windows where Chris and Ryan were sitting
with a couple kids. 'What the fuck,' I thought and put down my tray.  I
know I didn't get off to a good start with them but that wasn't my fault.
Becky said they are good guys so maybe I could get them to see I was okay
too.  Like I said, I felt we might have something in common not that I was
going to tell them.

"Mind if I sit here?"  I asked only to sit down before anyone said
anything.

Chris scowled at me while Ryan watched me sit down.

I smiled and introduced myself to the other two kids at the table.  "Hi,
I'm Dan Johnson. I hope I'm not interrupting anything but I didn't want to
eat alone and stick out as the new kid.  At least there are a couple of
familiar faces here," I said nodding towards Ryan and Chris.

"Whatever," Chris said.  "It's a free country."

I surprised them when I said, "Look, I'm going to go out on a limb here and
assume you're not the assholes you seem to be.  Becky said you aren't so I
can only assume you're acting like this because of what happened before
school."

The guy and girl sitting at the table just looked at me.  They probably
knew about Phil but obviously didn't have a clue what I was talking about.

"I think you got the wrong impression about me. I know I was standing next
to that jerk but I don't know him.  I was just there because Mike Anderson
gave me a ride to school.  He lives across the street from me and I met him
when I went out for a run this morning.  I don't know what that guy's
problem is but I'm not like that.  I can understand you not liking people
who associate with him but he's the asshole, not me.  I didn't know he was
like that.  I just don't want people to judge me thinking I'm friends with
him. If I'm wrong just say so and I'm out of here."

They looked at each other.  It was like they were communicating without
talking. "Alright," they both said. "We're sorry."  They laughed at the way
they were both talking.  "It's just we can't stand Phil Clayton or his
friends.  He's always saying or doing something.  They're all the same
although Phil is the worst. We just assumed you're like them when we saw
you standing there."

"Like I said, I was just there because Mike gave me a ride to school.  He
seems okay but I don't really know him."

"Mike is probably the best one of the bunch.  He doesn't seem to belong in
that group.  Let's start over," said Ryan.  "I'm Ryan and this is Chris.
The ugly guy across the table is Tim and the cute girl is Abby.  For
whatever reason she's his girlfriend.  We can't understand what she sees in
him.  We think she feels sorry for him. The guy just sitting down is Randy.
Everyone else should be here soon.  That would be Tanya, Debbie and Josh.
It's Dan right?  Did we hear you say you're from Chicago?"

I smiled.  I felt better now that they were being friendly.

"Just outside of the city actually.  My dad got transferred and we moved in
late last week.  I never thought I'd be the new guy but here I am."

"Well, welcome," Tim said.  "I'm sure it's different than what you're used
to but it isn't a bad place and there aren't many people like Phil."

Speaking of Phil he was standing in back of me as we spoke.

"It looks like the fag table has a new member."

I looked up at him.  "What's your problem man?  Nobody is bothering you."

"They are," he said.  "These two fags bother me.  All fags bother me and if
you hang with them then you bother me."

"Look," I said, rather loudly while standing up, "I don't know what your
problem is but I don't like that word.  To be truthful I don't like you
either so I don't really give a shit if I bother you or not.  Why don't you
go sit with whoever is dumb enough to be your friend and leave me and my
friends alone."

I was staring at him and could see his face getting redder and redder.  He
obviously wasn't used to people standing up to him.  I don't think he knew
what to do which told me he's basically a chicken.  We were standing face
to face glaring at each other when a teacher came along and asked what was
going on.  I said it was just a misunderstanding.  The teacher just told us
to get back to our lunches.  Phil looked at him, obviously pissed, but
started to walk away.

"This isn't over," he said as he walked to a table across the room.  I
watched as he sat down with a group of guys who obviously were jocks before
I sat back down beside Chris.  'Yup,' I thought, 'that guy is an asshole'.

"Jeez Dan, do you always go around putting a bulls-eye on your back? He's
an asshole but he's not someone to mess with. I think he'd beat his mother
if she pissed him off."

"Whatever.  He doesn't worry me."

"At least if he's pissed at you he may leave the rest of us alone for
awhile."

"Glad to help. The guy is a jerk," I said.  "He just pushes my buttons."

I felt someone move the chair next to me and sit down. "Who pushes what
buttons?" he asked.

Ryan answered, "Dan here almost got into it with Phil.  If Mr. Williams
hadn't come over they might have gone at it right here.  Dan, this is
Josh."

I turned to look at who sat down and immediately froze.  Thinking back I
wish I could have seen the look on my face.  My jaw must have hit the
floor.  Sitting next to me, looking right at me, was a carbon copy of
Aaron.  Yeah, he was older but Aaron would be older now too.  Whoever he
was he had the same wavy brown hair covering his ears and forehead and the
same brown eyes that sparkled when he smiled which he was doing as he
looked at me.  He even tilted his head the same way Aaron did when he was
perplexed.  I could feel tears forming in my eyes.

Suddenly it was like I was in a time warp.  I was in the cafeteria eating
lunch but it was a different cafeteria.  I was in a cafeteria 1800 miles
away and over a year earlier.  Aaron was sitting beside me just as he
should be, just as he always did.  I shook my head.  "This isn't right," I
mumbled.  My head began to hurt and the room started to spin.  I started to
get dizzy and everything became a blur.

The next thing I knew I was laying on a hard surface and it was pitch
black.  I could hear voices in the distance but they were fading away.
There was a fog covering the surface.  It was eerie.  I tried to get up but
couldn't move.  I could see a light coming towards me which got brighter as
it got closer.  I raised my arm to shield my eyes when it got close.  There
was a shadow in the light but I couldn't make it out.  I kept trying to see
what it was and finally realized it was a face, someone was walking towards
me.

As the light got closer I felt my heart pounding.  I tried to get up on my
elbows and slide away but couldn't move.

"Whoa buddy, you've never been afraid of me before."

"Aaron?? Is that you? What's going on?  Where am I?  You can't be here,
you're d ..."

"But I haven't left you Dan.  I told you I'd never leave you.  I just can't
be with you but I am watching you.  I've heard you talking to me.  I've
heard everything you've said to me.  I know it's been hard for you.  I've
missed you too but you need to be happy.  You can't live like you are."

"I don't know if I can Aaron.  I miss you so much.  I'll never find anyone
like you.  I don't want to."

"Dan, you have your entire life ahead of you.  You can't live it moping
around thinking about me.  I miss you too but there's nothing we can do to
change that.  You can keep talking to me, I'll hear you but I won't be able
to come back to you, you know that.  It hurts me that you're not happy.  I
want you to be happy."

"But Aaron, what am I going to do?  We moved and I don't know anyone.  How
can I just start a new life?"

"You're not starting a new life.  You have your parents and you have Scott.
Chris and Ryan are good guys. I know that.  Josh looks like he's kind of
cute too," he smirked. "I can't tell you how things will work out but you
have to try.  Try to remember me as someone who loves you and wants you to
be happy. "

"But Aaron, why couldn't it have been me?  If it had to be one of us I
wanted it to be me."

"I know you did buddy but that's not how it is.  Besides, if it had been
you then it would be me wishing it was me and not you.  Don't worry, we'll
be together again."

"I tried to kill myself you know.  I wanted to be with you."

"I know and I'm glad you screwed it up.  It doesn't work that way.  If you
killed yourself we would never be together.  Killing yourself wouldn't have
solved anything.  Deep down you knew that."

"Aaron, what am I going to do?  My parents moved so I could have a new
start and now you're here but you're not here.  It's someone else.  How can
I deal with that?"

"I can't tell you that.  Things will work out like they're supposed to be.
It will be how you make them.  I want you to be happy Dan.  Please don't
worry about me.  I'm fine.  I'll always be with you, maybe not physically
but in here," he said holding his hand over my heart.

"There is something you need to remember.  The kid you saw isn't me.  I
know it'll be hard seeing him every day but remember he has feelings too.
I don't know if you'll be friends or not.  You'll have to figure that out
on your own.  Just be the person I know you are.  I know you.  It'll tear
you up inside but remember he doesn't know about me or us.  Don't hurt
him."

"I won't hurt him.  It would be like hurting you.  I couldn't do that."

"I know you wouldn't do anything intentionally but you could do something
if you keep the pain you have inside of you."

"I'll try Aaron.  I don't want to hurt him but it'll be hard to deal with
him."

"I know.  One thing I've realized since I came to where I am is how special
our love for each other was ... is.  I'm sorry I can't be with you.  I wish
I could tell you how things are going to work out but if I do then things
won't be as they're supposed to be.  You have to walk your own path."

"Now it's time for you to go back.  Go back to you life, to your parents
and friends.  I'll be watching.  I want the best for you.  I wish I could
help you and tell you things are going to work out but I can't.  I know you
don't understand but it's because I love you so much, I always did and I
always will.  If I told you then it would ruin everything.  Now I have to
go and you have to go back."

Aaron stood up and started to walk away.  Before he did he leaned forward
and gave me a gentle kiss.  It felt so good, so peaceful.  I could feel his
love flowing through me.

One more thing he smiled.  "What's this crap about you giving up on karate?
That's such bullshit.  You love karate and you know it.  Just because I'm
not there doesn't mean you shouldn't do it, okay?

I just looked at him.

"Okay???"

I just nodded.  "I'll think about it."

"You're going to be fine. I'll be watching and if you aren't I'm going to
visit again ---- just to kick your ass."  Then he was gone.  He just faded
away.  It almost looked like he was transported like on Star Trek.  First
he was there and then he just de-materialized.

It was also getting lighter.  The fog rising around me started to dissipate
and I could hear voices again.

"I think he's coming around.  Dan, can you hear me?  Don't try to get up."

"Just lie still young man," someone said.  I think it was the teacher who
had come by earlier.  "We need to get you to the nurse's office and call
your parents."

"No," I said. "I'll be fine.  Just give me a minute.  What happened?"

"What happened?" Chris laughed.  "You took one look at Josh and fainted.
We've always told him he's ugly but he isn't that bad."

I looked at him and our eyes met before I quickly looked away.

There was a crowd of people around.  'Great,' I thought.  'Just the
impression I needed on my first day.'

"I need to get to class," I said.

"Son, you need to lie down and relax."

"Please.  I'm okay," I said sitting up.  "I'm not going to the nurse and
please don't call my parents. Just let me go to class.  I have Pre-Calculus
right after lunch."  I was starting to get agitated.  I really didn't want
my parents to know about this.  I didn't even want to think what they would
do.

"That's my class," Mr. Williams said.  "It's against my better judgment but
you can go.  But .... if I see anything I don't like you're going to the
nurse's office immediately.  Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," I said.

He looked back.  "Josh, you have me next period.  Can you make sure, ahh
... what's your name?"

"Dan," I said.

"Can you make sure Dan gets there okay?"

"I can make it on my own. I don't need help," I said rather coldly.  I
looked at Josh and shook my head almost daring him to come closer.  I
remembered what Aaron had said but didn't know how I could.  How could I be
nice to this kid?  He doesn't deserve to look like that.

He got the message and turned away, shaking his head.  I'm sure he thought
I was an asshole but I couldn't deal with him now.  I wasn't sure I ever
could.  How was I going to live here having to see him all the time?  My
parents wanted me in a place that wouldn't have all the memories and they
brought me here.  And here was the biggest memory of all.

He did walk with me or rather nearby even after what I said.  We didn't
talk and I walked as fast as I could thinking I would get away from him
sooner.  All it did was get me to class sooner.  I made a point of not
sitting near him but unfortunately the only seat available gave me a direct
line of sight to his seat.  He was in front of me and a couple rows over
and while he didn't turn around during class I'm sure he knew I was
watching him.

The more I watched him the more I saw Aaron.  The way he fidgeted in his
chair.  The way he held his head in his hand while he took notes.
Everything was so familiar.  I barely paid attention in class.  All I could
think about was how to deal with this.  The more I sat and watched the
stranger it felt.  I couldn't just ignore him.  He was obviously friends
with Chris and Ryan and I wanted to be their friend too.  I'd have to
figure out how to deal with him.

I don't think I heard a word Mr. Williams talked about.  He walked by a
couple of times as he was speaking and asking questions but he didn't ask
me anything.  He probably wanted to make sure I didn't pass out again.

After class he asked me to stay so he could give me the text and other
class information.  He said I seemed pretty out of it during class but
assumed it was because of what happened in the cafeteria.  He also made a
point of saying he hoped it wouldn't be an everyday occurrence.  He was
worried something was wrong with me and said I really should see the
nurse. He was worried he could get in trouble if something happened and he
hadn't done anything.  I assured him I was fine and that my next period was
a free period so I wouldn't be too busy.  I really just wanted the day to
be over with.

- - -

I could either go to the library or to a classroom designated as a 'study'
during my free period.  We hadn't had those at my school back in Illinois.
We had been pretty much free to do what we wanted as long as we didn't
disturb classes.  I went in to sit down and noticed quite a few of the kids
who were in my earlier classes there as well.  Ryan was there and asked if
I was okay.  He seemed different without Chris around.  He seemed more
cautious.  I smiled as I sat down next to him. He asked if I was okay.

"I'm fine. Haven't you ever taken a nap during lunch?" I asked with a smirk
on my face.

He laughed and pulled out a book.  It looked like he liked to read in his
spare time.

I tried not to think about Josh but it was difficult not to. I didn't know
what to think.  I couldn't hate him.  I knew that it wasn't his fault he
looked like Aaron and for some reason Aaron had made a point of saying not
to hurt him.  Part of me wanted to hate him.  Aaron was unique, maybe not
in an extraordinary way to other people but unique as a person, like any
person is unique.  People deserve to be unique in their own way, unlike
anyone else.  Aaron deserved that.  I felt he deserved it more because he
didn't live long enough to make his uniqueness known.  Maybe that doesn't
make sense but it is how I felt.  I saw Josh as stealing that from him.

I was reading some of the papers I had collected in my classes trying to
take my mind off the last couple of hours when Ms. Washington walked in.

"Dan, what happened?  I heard you passed out during lunch.  Why didn't you
go to the nurse?"

"It's no big deal Ms. Washington."  I said trying to play it off.  "Just
anxiety or something.  A lot has been going on lately.  I'm really okay."

I saw Ryan watching as Ms. Washington talked with me.

"You still should have gone to the nurse.  Didn't Mr. Williams tell you to
go."

"Yes, but I didn't want to go.  It's not his fault.  I told him I wouldn't
go."  I lowered my voice and looked at her.  I didn't want Ryan to hear but
knew he would hear something.  "Please, I'm fine. If I had gone to the
nurse then she would have called my parents.  They would have gone into
parent mode and I don't need that.  I'm okay – really.  I know what
happened and it won't happen again."  I only hoped I was right.

Ms. Washington looked at me skeptically.  "Do you want to talk about it?"
she asked.

"No, ... ah, I don't know, it's so fu, ah, messed up."

"Come with me.  We can't have our students passing out and not doing
anything about it."

I looked at Ryan as I stood up collecting my papers.  "I'll catch you
later."  He nodded and watched as I walked out.  I turned to smile as I
walked out the door seeing a curious look on his face.

Ms. Washington didn't say anything as we walked towards her office.  The
halls were mostly empty since classes were going on.  A few kids were
walking around.  Not that I found that unusual, I just wondered where they
were going, what they were thinking.  They weren't really looking at me but
I still felt self-conscious. I know it was dumb but I had passed out in
front of a lot of them after all. Ms. Washington shut the door when we got
to her office.

"Okay Dan, what's going on?  I know you're going through a lot.  Did
something happen? Did someone do something?"

"No, nothing like that Ms. Washington.  Well, one kid kind of mouthed off
because of who I was eating lunch with but it wasn't a big deal.  I was
just sitting there talking when ...," I paused.

"When what Dan?"

"This is still between you and me, right?  For some reason I feel I can
trust you but my parents can't know about this.  At least not yet."

"Dan, you can trust me but I also have responsibilities to the school as
well as legal obligations.  If this affects the school or if there is a
legal issue I won't have any choice but to do something.  Otherwise,
anything you tell me stays between you and me.  I give you my word on
that."

I looked at her for a minute.  "It's nothing like that. It's just weird" I
said pausing before continuing. "Okay ... you said everyone knows everyone
in a small school, right?  Do you know Josh ... Josh Sullivan I think his
name is."

Her face brightened and she smiled.  "Yes, of course.  Josh is a good boy.
He's one of our better students.  I can't believe he did anything."

"No, no .. He didn't do anything.  Well, not directly anyway."

"I don't understand.  What do you mean – 'not directly'?"

"It's hard to explain. Maybe I should just show you," I said as I reached
into my pocket and took out my wallet.  I pulled three pictures from behind
the flap and put them on her desk.  They obviously weren't taken recently
since it was summertime and I looked younger in them.  She looked at the
pictures for what seemed like several minutes even though it was really
only a few seconds.  She looked at me with a confused look on her face.

"Dan, I don't understand.  You just moved here.  These pictures were
obviously taken awhile ago and not around here.  That looks like Lake
Michigan. I know Josh has never been there."

"That's just it Ms. Washington.  That isn't Josh.  ...... It's Aaron.
There were tears in my eyes. That one was taken when he and I were on
vacation with our families over a year ago.  That one was taken at my house
when we were goofing around and that one was taken at my birthday party.
Aaron and Josh look identical.  Josh even acts like Aaron. I don't think
Aaron's mother could tell them apart."  Well, okay, that was a bit of an
exaggeration but she certainly would do a double take.

She looked at the pictures then she looked back at me.  "This is incredible
Dan.  They look like twins."

"I couldn't believe it when I turned and saw him sitting there.  It was
like I had a flashback or something."

"I can't imagine how you felt when you saw him.  It must have been quite a
shock.  Given what you told me this morning I think I can understand why
you fainted.  I can't believe they look this much alike."

"Look, act, sound --- I watched him during math.  He probably thinks I'm a
weirdo but he is pretty much a carbon copy of Aaron.  I don't know what to
do.  I know I'll have to deal with it if I stay here but I don't know how.
How can I look at him every day?"

"Dan ... Josh isn't Aaron."

"I know that and I know it isn't his fault but I still resent him.  Aaron
was special.  Josh doesn't have any right ...," pausing.  "I'm sorry," I
said.

"It's okay.  I know this is hard.  Josh may look like him, he may even
remind you of him because of the way he talks or acts but he isn't Aaron.
You only met him briefly at lunch.  Wait until you get to know him.  Give
it a chance.  In time you'll be able to see him as Josh and not Aaron."

"I don't know.  I know he's probably a good kid.  I was really cold to him
when I catome but he still walked me to my next class to make sure I got
there.  I appreciated that but he must think I'm a total freak for the way
I acted."

"Josh isn't like that.  I'm sure he was concerned and maybe confused by
your attitude but he is one of the most caring, loving people I know."

"Loving?" I asked, a little confused.

"Josh is the nephew I told you about.  I don't see him much out of school
since he lives with his father. That man and I don't really get along.
Josh stops by here and we talk quite a bit though.  He's a good boy despite
his father. I don't know what my sister saw in that man but she must have
seen something and Josh is the result.  She was killed in a car accident
when Josh was eight."

This was getting weirder and weirder by the minute.

"Oh, I'm sorry but this is just too weird.  I don't know what I should do.
I don't want to tell my parents because they'll be all concerned and try to
fix things.  Their last solution for fixing things was to move here.  I
just don't know how to deal with him. I don't want to see him upset.  If
nothing else it would be like hurting Aaron.  I can't just tell him that he
looks like my dead boy .. ah, best friend and that he freaks me out.  I
don't know what to do."

"Just give it time.  Like I said, Josh is a good boy.  He's really caring
on the inside.  I know you were close to Aaron. I don't know how close but
I think I'm getting the picture.  What do you think he would want you to
do?"

I looked at her.  I didn't understand why I felt I could talk to her.  I
just met her this morning.

"I know what he'd want me to do," I said.  "He told me."

"What do you mean --- he told you?"

"You're going to think I'm crazy or that I hit my head when I passed out."

"What are you talking about Dan?"

"Well, when I was unconscious it was like he came to me.  He knelt right
next to me and told me he had been watching me.  He said he couldn't be
here physically but said we'd always be together.  He told me a lot of
stuff but basically said he was sad I wasn't doing better.  He wants me to
be happy."

"Dan, I don't know what happened but I'm sure whatever it was he does want
you to be happy.  You have you're whole life ahead of you.  You can
remember how special he was but you can't let it consume you.  You know he
wouldn't want that."

"I know and I'm trying.  I really am.  I thought I had been doing better.
This is just a bump in the road," I said trying to smile.

"Don't worry about Josh, okay?  I do think you should talk to him at some
point but that's for you to decide.  I would like your permission to talk
to him myself however."

"What??? You said this was between you and me."

"And it is.  I won't tell him anything you don't want me to say just as I
won't tell you anything he doesn't want said but Dan, he is my nephew.  I
don't want to see him hurt."

"I'm not going to hurt him."

"I know you won't.  At least intentionally.  He's just sensitive and I'm
sure he's wondering what's going on.  I'd just like to tell him it's not
him."

"No way!! If you say something he'll really think I'm a freak.  I'll tell
him something."

"Good," she smiled. "I thought you might."

I realized I'd been set up and smiled.  "That will only work once."

"Maybe," she said.  A big smile on her face.  "Are you feeling up to going
to your last class?  You've got five minutes."

'Yeah, I'm okay.  I have Philosophy last period then I can just go home."

"Get a good night's sleep.  You've had a tough day."

"Thanks Ms. Washington.  I feel better talking to you."

"Anytime Dan."

TO BE CONTINUED