Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2010 09:33:25 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 7, chapters 23 - 24

The Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening --Book 7 - by BW         
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 23 -- May We All Be Truly Thankful.     

**Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read
this.

Once everyone was seated, but before we brought the food out of the
kitchen, we did our traditional Thanksgiving observance, with each person
telling why he was giving thanks this year.  As we went around the table,
we heard many different reasons, from being thankful for family and
friends, giving thanks for all we had and being thankful for our health.
However, this year there were a few new twists to our typical list.

Many of us, including the O'Hara's, gave thanks for the boys' vindication
in court.  Mark's mother gave thanks for her son and his urging her to move
here to be closer to him.  I gave thanks for having Cody for the time we
did and for being able to love and enjoy him while he was here, but there
were a couple of other surprises I wasn't expecting.

Peter was the first, when he agreed to speak.  "I'm thankful for my own
family and I do miss them very much," he began, "but I'm also thankful for
such a wonderful family as the Curries.  They've been positively aces and
have done so much for me.  I feel I have two new dads, many new brothers
and a home I can visit whenever I want.  I've told my parents I feel
blessed to be here and they agree.  I guess one of the luckiest things that
ever happened to me was when Ricky came to live with us, even though he can
be a bit bonkers at times."

The other boys laughed at his zing to Ricky and Ricky tried to hold out his
fist menacingly, as if he was threatening Peter, but we knew it was only
for show.  He loved having Peter here too, as did the rest of the family,
so we could only concur with Peter's sentiments.

When it came Richard's turn to give his reasons, he hesitated at first, but
then swallowed hard and began.  "I'm most thankful for my mom and dad,
because they have been wonderful to me and have given me so much love and a
wonderful home.  I'm also thankful for the times when my mother is
herself," he said looking at her and smiling, "although I know that seems
to be happening less and less every day."

Richard paused again, as his emotions choked him up and a couple of tears
sneaked their way down his cheeks.  He quickly regained his composure and
continued.

"I am also thankful for all of you," he added, "because you rescued me from
the loneliness I had been living with, helped me meet my parents and find
love and acceptance.  I am also thankful just knowing you are here, to help
us whenever we seem to need help most.  I don't think Dad and I could have
kept the farm going without all of you coming out and helping with the
work.  There's no way we can ever repay you for all you've done, so I hope
my offering our thanks will be enough.  I know it's not much, but right now
it's all I have to offer… that and telling you I love everyone here."

We all sat in stunned silence for a few moments after he finished.  We were
all deeply moved by what he had said and too overcome to reply.  Finally,
before I was able to pull myself together, Frankie spoke up first, showing
a level of maturity I wouldn't have expected from him a couple of years
ago.

"Little Ricky, you don't have to thank family," he told Richard.  "Dad has
pointed that fact out to me many times," he added, while glancing over at
me.  "He brought me here and gave me a second chance, even after I screwed
up badly, but Dad says we do whatever we have to so we can keep the family
together and help it survive.  You guys are family, so we just did what we
had to.  We don't need or expect repayment or thanks, even though we're
glad you appreciate what we've done to try to help.  We'll always be there
for you, no matter what happens in the future, and that's something you can
always count on."

After a few more seconds of silence, as everyone digested Frankie's words,
I finally found my tongue.  "Frank, that was well said," I acknowledged,
"but I think I need to add something more."  I looked around the table,
before I continued.

"You've all heard me say that friends come and go, but family is forever,
and that's why those of you who are not blood or legally related are still
considered family, and not just friends.  You will never come and go from
our lives, you too are forever family, and as Frank said, we do whatever it
takes to keep the family going and staying together.  That's why I have
reconsidered something I was discussing with a family member earlier."

At this point, I turned and faced Albert.  "I hope you will forgive me for
being presumptive, but I am going to do something along that same vein
right now.  Tomorrow I will call and make arrangements for Arlene to get
around the clock care at home, so the three of you won't have to be
separated and you won't need to worry about her wandering off or doing
something inappropriate."

Albert began to object, saying it would cost too much and things of that
nature, but I cut him off.  "I don't know why I didn't think of this
before, but Frank's words hit me like a bolt of lightening, and I suddenly
realized what I needed to do.  We keep the family together, at all costs,
so I'll not hear another word.  I will take care of the arrangements first
thing tomorrow."  Before anyone else had a chance to say anything, Arlene
spoke up.

"What is all this fuss about?" she wanted to know.  "And why does Josh
think I need help?"  Obviously, she was now in one of her more lucid
states, so Albert and Richard tried to reassure her and address her
concerns, while Jake and I went to fetch the food.  Soon, the various
dishes were being passed around the tables and everyone was helping
themselves to the treats we had prepared.  Once our plates were filled, we
said grace and then began to eat.

The meal went smoothly and everyone was soon stuffed.  We all excused
ourselves from the table, so we could go and relax a bit and allow the food
to digest, before everyone started to go in their own direction.  Jake and
I rebuffed some of the offers to help clean up, so the two of us, assisted
by a few of the boys, cleared the tables and put the leftovers away.

Some of the boys then went to the rec room, to watch football games on TV,
while others went to play games or just lounge about.  The adults moved
into the family room, where the chairs and couches were much more
comfortable, and we planned to just sit and visit.  As I followed the
others there, Albert and Richard stopped me and pulled me aside.

"Josh, we just can't let you do this," Albert insisted.

"Yeah, Uncle Pop," Richard chimed in, "it's way too expensive.  We know,
cuz we checked out how much it would cost ourselves.  We thought of doing
that too, but it's just too much money."

"Don't worry about that," I advised them, "and money is never an issue
around here.  Somehow, we always seem to get what we need and we DO take
care of our own.  You three are as much a part of this family as anyone
else, so end of discussion.  Now, let's go enjoy ourselves and we'll work
out the details as we go along."

Neither of them looked convinced, but they didn't continue to try to
dissuade me.  Albert did comment that he never expected anything like this
to happen when were talking earlier, but knowing me, he should have
expected the unexpected.  Once we were alone, he also admitted it would
definitely take care of Richard's concerns about losing his mother, at
least for now.

Albert also insisted I allow him to contribute to the caregivers' bills,
which I reluctantly agreed to.  It wasn't because I needed the money, but I
knew it would give him the satisfaction that he was helping to care for his
wife too, something his pride demanded.  That way we'd only be assisting
them on this endeavor, instead of providing it all.  This would also give
his son and him the emotional reassurance they needed, so they wouldn't
feel they had abandoned Arlene completely.

We spent a couple of hours unwinding and relaxing, but by then everyone was
ready for dessert, so that's when we had Dion's sixteenth birthday party.
It had been his choice to have his party today, rather than on the weekend,
and he made this decision because he felt it would be easier on our guests,
so they wouldn't have to come here twice.  Although I explained to him that
no one would mind coming back on the weekend as well, he was adamant about
having the party today.

"Besides," he told me, "I'm not a little kid any more, so I don't need a
big party and I don't need to invite anyone other than family."

I didn't argue with his logic and agreed with his request, so we planned to
have his party when we were ready for dessert.  Of course, Dion received
many presents, but I had something special planned for him too.  Once he
had opened all his other gifts, I handed him a very flat package, no bigger
than a large manila envelope, which he carefully unwrapped.  After pulling
out what was inside, it took him a few minutes to read the certificate and
have its meaning register.  However, once it did, he lit up, as that
special smile of his spread across his face.

"Thanks, Dad.  This is great," he told me, simply.

"What is it?  What did you get?" one of the other boys wanted to know.

"It's the driver's manual, so I can study for the written test, and the
other paper tells me the date and time when I can actually take it."

I had set this all up in advance for him, so he could get his permit as
quickly as he wanted.  That way he could take his driver's test six months
later.  He had confided in me a while back that he felt awkward because
Trey had to drive every time they went somewhere alone.  He said he didn't
have a problem with Trey being older, but it made him feel more like a
little brother than a lover, because he always had to be the passenger.

Knowing how he felt, I decided the most appropriate gift I could give him
would be to help correct this situation as soon as possible.  This way,
they could share the driving responsibilities and Dion could begin to think
of himself as an equal partner in the relationship.  Of course, that wasn't
the only present I gave him, but I think it was the most appreciated of the
lot.

Once all the gifts had been opened, we were ready for the sweets.  Not only
did we offer the traditional cake and ice cream for Dion's birthday, but we
also had an assortment of pies, apple crisp and some pudding-based treats
as well.  I think everyone sampled a small portion of at least three
different goodies and I believe the boys all had a little of everything
there was.  I am still amazed by how much these young men can devour.

Everyone stayed for at least another hour after the party ended, and during
that time Richard sought me out.  I was alone in the living room at the
time and he walked in and sat down on my lap.

"Hey, Little Ricky… I mean Richard," I greeted him, correcting my error.

"Nah, I don't mind if you call me Little Ricky," he advised me.  "I only
went to Richard at home, to let mom and dad know I was getting older and
could do more of the work.  They tended to think of me as a little kid most
of the time, so by changing what they called me, it made them realize I was
growing up.  I did it more for Dad, so he'd let me do more of mom's work
and not try to do it all himself, and I think calling me Richard made him
look at me differently."

"Ah, I wondered about the change, but now I understand," I told him.  "That
was very clever of you to even think of that."  He grinned.

"Thanks, but it wasn't that big of a deal."  He studied my face for a
second, before he said anything else.  "I hope you don't mind me just
coming over and sitting on your lap like this," he added.  "I mean, I know
I am getting bigger and heavier."

"Heck, no!  I love it when you boys do this," I told him, pulling him
tightly against my chest.  This brought another smile to his face.

"I'm not too heavy and breaking your legs or anything, am I?" he wanted to
know.  I made a grimace, as if I were in pain, but then quickly made like I
was trying to hide my suffering, before I answered him.

"Nope," I answered, in kind of a subtle grunt, which caused him to giggle
again.

"And you don't think it makes me look like a child?" he wondered.

"Absolutely not!  Even my college boys come over and sit on my lap from
time to time," I confessed.  "It's just something they've always done and a
special bond we have between us.  However, when they do it, I actually
think they do it so they can feel like they're my little boys again."  He
giggled even more.

"I do too," he admitted.  "And I love you as much as I love my mom and
dad."  That was totally unexpected and caused me to blush.

"Well, thank you," I offered, deeply moved by his comment, "and I love you
as much as I do any of the other boys.  You're always welcome here, no
matter what."  This time his face just seemed to glow, but then a serious
look began to replace it.

"You know, I was really worried we were going to have to put mom in a
nursing home, especially after this morning," he confessed.

"Do you mean because she wandered off?" I asked, to clarify his comment.

"Yeah, that was like the breaking point for Dad," he informed me.  "He was
afraid she'd get lost, hit by a car or maybe something worse."

"He told me that," I admitted.  Richard looked at me thoughtfully again.

"We don't have to do that now," he acknowledged, while looking me straight
in the eye.  "With you making sure someone is there to watch her all the
time, we can keep her at home and not have to worry about what she might do
next."

"I know and that's why I suggested it," I explained.

"You always seem to think of everything," he told me, with a look of true
admiration on his face.  I knew this was a sincere compliment, but I felt I
had to set the record straight.

"Actually, I didn't think of it, as I mentioned earlier," I offered, "at
least not until Frankie said what he did at the table.  I had already
discussed this with your father, before Frankie gave his little speech, and
we had agreed it would be best to put your mother in a home, for her own
safety.  I was going to pull you aside and talk to you about this after
dinner, but Frankie's comments gave me a different perspective.  So, if you
want to thank anyone, go thank him."

"I'll do that a little later," he informed me, and then he hugged me and
leaned his body back against mine.

Little Ricky and I sat like this for quite a while.  Sometimes we were just
enjoying each other's company, but at other times we talked about different
subjects.  We discussed the farm in general, his mom and dad in particular,
plus what he saw in his future.  It was informative for me, cathartic for
him and enjoyable for both of us.  I saw Albert look in on us and smile on
several occasions, as he knew his son needed this type of release and a
chance to discuss things with someone other than his father.  It was also
good for me, as I enjoyed the special bond I had with Little Ricky, and it
always made me feel good when I could help someone out, especially when
that person is part of our family.

After giving his son all the time he thought he needed, Albert came over
and told us they should probably leave.  He felt they had to get home, so
he and Richard could do the rest of their chores, but they both thanked me
for the great day.  I reminded them I'd call about the around-the-clock
help tomorrow and then I'd let them know when I had the specific
information about when someone would be able to be there.  They thanked me
again, made their rounds to say good-bye to everyone else and then were on
their way.

Their departure got the others thinking about returning to their own homes
as well, so slowly, but surely, they all bid us farewell.  Before they
left, they offered their support, both emotionally and in the form of
financial commitments to help cover the costs of Arlene's care.  I thanked
them for their offers, told them I'd let them know if it was needed and
then they left as well.  Once the others had gone, the rest of us began to
clean up the house, before we zoned out for the rest of the night.
However, before that happened, Frank asked to speak to me in private.  We
went to my room, but I wasn't sure what he might have on his mind.

"What's up, son?" I asked.

"I need to talk to you about something," he began, looking a little
uncertain as to how he wanted to proceed.  "You know I haven't had much
luck finding a job in law enforcement," he continued.

"Yes, I know, but it will happen soon enough," I tried to encourage him.

"Maybe and maybe not, but I have another idea," he admitted, making me more
than a little curious.  Was he thinking about giving up on his dream?

"And what might that be?" I asked him.

"I'm thinking about enlisting in the service," he announced, while studying
my face carefully, to gauge my reaction.

"I see.  So you don't want to be a police officer any longer?" I followed.

"Oh, I do," he concurred, "but I thought this would be one way to do just
that."  I wasn't sure what he meant by this, and the expression on my face
must have told him so, without me having to utter a word.

"I want to enlist in the military police," he added.

"Oh," I muttered, still unsure about what he had in mind.

"It will give me the experience I need," he continued, "plus I hear
veterans are given preference when applying for those types of positions."

"And where did you hear that?" I wanted to know.

"From some of the cops I've met.  That's how some of them started too," he
explained.  "You don't need experience to enlist, but it helps to get a job
in the field after you get out."

"It sounds as if you've thought this out and know what you want to do," I
said, "so I will support any decision you make."

"Thanks, Dad.  I knew you would, but I still needed to talk it over with
you first," he confessed.  "Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" he
asked, showing he still needed my support and approval.

"If what you've told me is accurate, it seems that enlisting will allow you
to get where you want to go," I agreed.  "Are you sure this is what YOU
want to do."

"Yeah, it is," he replied.  "I've been thinking this over for a month."

"Well, in that case, all I want to know is when you're going to go," I told
him and he looked at me and grinned.

"I think I'm going to wait until after the New Year, because I'd like to be
home for Christmas," he admitted.  "Then I can leave after that.  Maybe
I'll be lucky and they'll send me somewhere warmer for training," he added,
while grinning again.

"Do you have an idea of which branch you want to enlist in?"  I followed,
curious as to if he had given this any consideration.

"I haven't got that far yet," he admitted, "I was hoping maybe you would
help me choose."

"Okay, how about tomorrow, after I arrange for Mrs. Becker's care," I
suggested.  "Then you and I can go talk to some of the recruiters, to see
what they have to offer.

"That sounds fine to me, Dad."  Frankie started to turn to go, but then
stopped after a couple of steps.  "Hey, thanks for always being here for
me," he added, before coming back to give me a hug.

Frankie has not always been one to show a lot of physical affection, so
this had tremendous meaning for me.  I eagerly hugged him back, to let him
know I appreciated him as well.  Once we broke our embrace, we both went
about our business, but now we were more assured about the other's
affection.

The next day, I made a multitude of phone calls, in an attempt to set up
care for Arlene, but I immediately discovered this was not going to be an
easy task.  They needed a great deal of information, some of which I'd have
to get from Albert, and they were going to check to see how much Albert and
Arlene's insurance would cover, before they would quote me a price.  They
said all of this would take between seven to ten days to complete, and then
it would be a couple more days to insert her into the care schedule.

The woman on the other end also told me they might be able to have the
coverage set up to begin two weeks from Monday, which wasn't too bad.  I
called Albert one more time, to get the additional information from him and
tell him the time frame we were shooting for.  He responded that Richard
and he would be able to cope until then, and after thanking me once more, I
assured him I'd do the best I could.  After I called the agency back and
gave them the information they needed, that part of my day's work was over.

Now, I turned my attention to Frankie, and he and I drove down to talk to
some recruiters.  I was quickly overwhelmed by all the information
presented to us, but Frankie seemed to be absorbing every detail.  Seeing
he had a two-year criminal justice degree, he understood much more than I
did, so I just sat back and left everything up to him.  After talking to
representatives from the four major branches of the service, we were ready
to head home, but Frankie began quizzing me the moment we got back in the
van.

"What did you think, Dad?  Which one would you suggest I choose?"  He was
looking intently at me, as if he were watching a commercial on television.

"I don't know, Frankie.  A lot of that was more than I really understood,"
I confessed.  "They all sound as if they have decent programs, but you know
more about what you're looking to gain from it than I do."  I felt as if I
were almost letting him down now.

"Yeah, I was afraid of that, especially when I started asking each of the
recruiters about the details of the training," Frankie admitted.
"Actually, only the Army recruiter was familiar with those parts of the MP
training."  He seemed to be looking at me for a response.

"I'm glad you said that, because I wasn't sure if it was them or I who was
out of the loop," I joked, "but maybe we should go home and see if we can
find more information online."

"Hey, I never thought of that," he commented, while giving me a look that
told me he was impressed by this simple suggestion.  "I didn't even think
about them having a website.  Those sites might even have better
information than the recruiters did.  Now, I can't wait to check it out."

As soon as we reached the house, Frankie raced inside and jumped on one of
the computers and immediately began doing a search on 'military police.'
He was gone for a couple of hours, before he came back to talk to me about
what he'd found.  It must have been good, because he was grinning
ear-to-ear.

"Dad, can you come look at this?" he asked, excitedly.  "I really want to
know what you think."

"Sure, Frankie.  I just hope I can be helpful," I answered, honestly.

Frankie took me in and showed me the website for the Army's military police
school.  Together, we checked out the various phases of both the Basic
Training and Advanced Individual Training for that branch.  Frankie not
only seemed impressed by the training descriptions, but he was also excited
about some of the advanced specialized training he might be able to get
into later.  After discussing this with him for many minutes, he seemed to
make up his mind.  Monday he was going back to see the Army recruiter and
enlist.

The only thing that didn't thrill him about this was the fact that he'd
probably be going to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri for his initial training.
I believe he thought it might be a bit chilly there this time of year,
seeing it was located in the Ozarks, and I think he was hoping to go either
to a warmer climate or closer to home.  Seeing neither of those options was
in the cards, I told him he would either have to cope with it or wait until
spring.



The Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening --Book 7 - by BW         
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 24 -- It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas.     

We were now officially in the Christmas season and things always get very
hectic for me at this time of year.  Not only are there the typical family
commitments and church events, but there are also an increased number of
school functions and parties, which put an additional strain on my
schedule.  Even though sometimes it seems as if I wouldn't be able to
survive all these demands on my time, this has always been my favorite
holiday, so I wasn't disappointed the season had arrived.

The first thing we did was to put up our Christmas tree and decorate the
house.  The boys always love to help with this, so we usually make a big
deal of it and begin the weekend after Thanksgiving.  We put up an
artificial tree, so we wouldn't have to worry about it drying out or
catching fire, and the boys helped put it together.  Once that was done, we
added the lights next and then the bulbs and other decorations.

This year I let Andrew put the angel on top of the tree and helped him
climb our stepstool so he could reach it.  It didn't seem to bother him
that he had to use the stepstool, since the rest of us always used it when
we put the angel up too, even though we didn't have to climb up as many of
its steps to accomplish the task.  However, Andrew was thrilled he got the
job this year, as I usually assigned the task to one of the older or taller
boys.

Once we were finished, the tree looked fantastic and everyone was pleased
with how it turned out.  Now, we could focus our attention to the outside
of the house.  We would put up the outdoor lights next, followed by the
additional items, such as a lighted nativity, a huge Santa and a large
snowman.

The outdoor lights took time, but putting them up actually went quite
smoothly.  We ran strings of outdoor bulbs along the roofline, and then
around the porch, several windows and the door.  After that had been
completed, we put up our lawn decorations and stuck a large red bow on our
mailbox.  Once everything was in place, we looked it over, to see if we
were satisfied, but there was an added benefit to doing it this way too.
Decorating helped put us in the Christmas spirit and everyone was in a
joyous mood by the time we finished and saw the results.

Nick's parents called that same weekend and explained they were going to
fly to Brazil for two weeks over the holidays, so they could spend some
time with their son.  They would be leaving a few days before Christmas and
would be gone until just after the New Year, and they thought I should
know.  They told me they were also going to do some traveling with Nick, so
they could all see more of the country together, and they'd let me know how
things went, once they got back.

I asked if I could send a package for them to take to Nick and they said
they'd be happy to deliver it for me.  Hurriedly, I got a few things
together, which included a couple of small Christmas gifts for Nick.  I'd
heard stories about how employees in foreign postal locations go through
the mail, especially packages, and take whatever they want.  This is
especially true over the holidays, so I felt this was the safest way to
make sure he got what I sent him.  I shipped the package to Lawrence's
home, so it would arrive in plenty of time before they left, knowing Nick
would appreciate the items I included in the package.

The following Monday, Frankie also heard back from the recruiter, who let
him know he'd be leaving for Basic Training at the end of March.  Frankie
thought that wasn't bad, as winter would technically be over by then, so
maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he first expected.  Seeing he'd be training
there for four months, he'd be in Missouri until late July, so the weather
should be fine most of the time.  He was told he would only be allowed to
bring two sets of civilian clothes with him, not counting what he'd wear
when he left, and they suggested he make sure one of those sets was for
cooler weather.

Frankie seemed really excited knowing everything was set.  He was getting
into the field he wanted and would be able to gain some experience, which
would make it easier for him to find a job in civilian life, once he got
out.  He even brought one of his friends home with him, to show him what
he'd learned.  This guy had also been applying for some of the same jobs
Frankie had been submitting resumes to, so Frankie showed him the
information online and explained everything to him.

As Frankie described his reasons why he had decided to join the service,
his friend seemed quite impressed.  He was intrigued by the opportunity,
but also amazed with the amount of research Frankie had done before making
his decision.  Prior to leaving, the young man told Frankie he was going to
go talk to the recruiter the next day, to see what his chances were for
doing the same thing.

If it worked out, he told Frankie they might be doing this together, which
made Frankie even more excited.  He liked the idea of one of his friends
joining him, so he'd have a partner in crime…well, crime investigation,
so Frankie began to encourage his friend to do just that.  In fact, he told
the young man he'd go to the recruiter's office with him, so he could make
sure they'd be going at exactly the same time.  Once that had been agreed
upon, his friend went home, almost as excited as Frankie.

A few days later, something else came up.  It all began with a phone call
from a Ted Beckham, but I wasn't home at the time.  I didn't recognize the
name when I read the message and wondered what it might be about.  The boy
who answered the phone said the caller sounded like he might be a teen or
possibly in his twenties, but that information didn't help me either.  I
still had no idea who he might be, but I called the number he left, to see
what he wanted.

"Hello," the person on the other end answered.

"Hello, may I speak with Ted Beckham, please?" I asked.

"You are," he replied, rather crudely.  "Who's this?"

"Josh Currie," I answered.  "You called earlier and left a message for me
to get in touch with you."

"Oh, hi, Mr. Currie," he replied, more enthusiastically.  "My aunt told me
to call you."  This information didn't help me either.

"I'm sorry, young man, but I think you'll have to explain this a little
better for me to understand," I informed him.  "Who is your aunt and where
do I know her from?"

"Oh, yeah.  Well, I'm not sure if you'd remember her name, but she was a
nurse who took care of your son, Cody," he replied.  "I'm really sorry
about what happened to him."

It all began to make sense now.  He was the gay nephew of the nurse who had
been so kind to Cody and Graham.  I told her to have him contact me if
there was anything the boys or I could do to help, so now he was taking me
up on my offer.

"Certainly, Ted, and I'm sorry I didn't realize who you were sooner," I
apologized.

"How could you?" he wondered, sounding like I was nuts for even suggesting
otherwise.  "We've never met and I don't think my aunt told you my name, at
least she said she didn't think she did."

"Thank you for being so understanding." I added.  "So, what may I do for
you?"  There was a slight hesitation on the other end of the line, before
he cleared his throat and spoke again.

"My aunt told me you have some sons who… well, who aren't… you know,
straight, and that maybe they could help me, cuz I'm kinda… not straight
either."

He seemed uncomfortable using the precise terms for what he was or for
describing my boys sexual orientation, so I could see this wasn't going to
be easy.  I felt the first thing to do was to clearly define what we were
talking about.

"Yes, some of my boys are gay and some of the others are bi-sexual, but I
do have some sons who are heterosexual as well," I began.  "We're all very
open and accepting, and we do use correct terminology for such things, so
what would you like us to do to help?"

Again, there was no immediate response from the other end of the phone, but
I knew he was most likely wrestling with what he should say next.  After
many uncomfortable moments of silence, he finally spoke again.

"Ah, well, I'm not sure," he admitted.  "My mom and dad don't like what I
am and they're really on my case.  Dad says I'm doing this just to piss him
off, but I'm not.  I'm not sure I want to like boys either, but I just do.
I can't help it."  He almost sounded as if he were ready to cry at this
point.

"I certainly understand that," I told him.  "Would you like me to call your
father and talk to him about this."

"No!" he screamed.  "He'd be furious if you called and let him know I told
you what was going on.  He doesn't want anyone else to know that his son
is… you know, one of those."

Again, he wasn't willing to use the term, and I took it that was because
his father would say things without being able to articulate exactly what
he meant either, so I just let it go.

"I won't if you don't want me to," I assured him, "but what WOULD you like
for me to do?"

"My aunt said you told her that maybe I could come meet some of your sons
sometime," he suggested.  "I've really never met anyone like me before and
thought I should.  I've seen a few on TV and such, but I've never met any
in person, and I thought it might help if I did."

"Sure, that would be fine, and I know the boys wouldn't mind," I told him.
"How old are you?"

"I just turned seventeen last month," he stated.

"I have boys from thirteen to twenty, so you'll fit right in," I explained.
"When would you like to do this?"

"My aunt suggested maybe after Christmas, while I'm on vacation," he said,
hopefully.  "She said she'd arrange the trip and get my parents okay to do
it.  She told me it would be part of my Christmas present from her and
she'd work out the details and transportation, if that time would be good
for you."

"Yes, that would be fine," I confirmed.  "All the boys will be home then
and things at work will be slow, so that would be perfect.  Would you like
me to talk to your aunt and work out the details?"

"Let me talk to her first, so she can talk to my mom and dad and get it
okayed first," he replied.  "I'll call you when I'm sure I can come, if I
can.  I'm not so sure my dad will let me visit, especially if he knows I'll
be with boys who are, well, light in the loafers, as my father calls them."

I found that term interesting and hadn't heard it used in years.  However,
now I was beginning to understand why this boy was having such a difficult
time telling me his situation.

"Okay, you let me know as soon as you can," I added.  "I hope we all get to
meet you in person real soon."

"Thanks, Mr. Currie," he responded.  "You sound really nice, just like my
aunt said you were."

"Thank you, Ted," I answered, "and I hope the two of you can work
everything out, so you can come visit."

After we hung up, I told the boys about the phone call and right away Sammy
and Graham wanted to know what the boy looked like.  I explained I had
never seen him or asked for that information, so I had no way of knowing
how he appeared, but this didn't seem to discourage their interest.  I had
a feeling those two might end up fighting over his attention during his
visit, if his parents let him come stay with us for a while.

Over the next few days, we began rushing around to various Christmas
concerts, Christmas parties and trying to get in a little Christmas
shopping.  This was an extremely hectic period for us.

I heard from Albert too and he told me Arlene's care was to begin the
following Monday, which seemed to please him.  He told me it would take a
big load off his mind, just knowing someone would be there to watch over
his wife.  Even though they weren't exactly medical professionals, they
would be able to do things for her, make sure she didn't do anything she
wasn't supposed to do and would also relieve Albert's concerns that she
might wander off again.  That was all they needed for now and it would give
Albert and Richard some peace of mind knowing Arlene was being taken care
of.

It wasn't long before I received another phone call, which also proved
quite interesting.  "Hello, Mr. Currie?"

"Yes, this is he."

"Hi, it's Ted Beckham again."

"Oh, hi, Ted," I replied, pleased to hear his voice once more.  "I
apologize that I didn't know who it was, after I heard your speak."

"Nah, that's okay," he told me.  "I wouldn't expect you to recognize it
yet."

"Thanks for being so understanding," I replied.  "What may I do for you,
Ted?"

"Well, my Aunt Jane talked my parents into letting me come visit, if that's
still all right with you?"  Although this was positive information, he
still sounded nervous and concerned I might have changed my mind.

"Absolutely," I reassured him.  "When would you like to come?"  I heard a
rush of air hit the receiver and realized he had just breathed a sigh of
relief.

"Dad said I could leave the day after Christmas," he informed me, "and when
I come back will be up to you.  Dad said I can come back as late as the
Saturday after New Year's, but it's your choice as to how long you will
allow me to stay."

"As far as I'm concerned, the Saturday after New Year's will be more than
all right with me," I confirmed, "and I'm sure the boys will be glad to
hear that too."

"They know I'm coming?"  He sounded excited.

"Of course they do and two of the boys seem especially interested in your
visit," I added, thinking that might please him.  "Would you like to speak
with them, so you can get to know them better?"

"Yeah, that would be cool!" he bubbled.

I called Sammy and Graham to the phone and handed it to the first one that
arrived.  I also warned them to share the time and not to fight, and after
glaring at each other, they finally agreed.  I left them alone, because I
wanted to give them time to get to know their new friend better, and I
didn't think they could do that with me listening in.  I hoped that by
giving them this opportunity before he arrived would make Ted feel more
comfortable while he was with us.

The boys talked to Ted for a long time and I could tell both of mine were
developing a connection with him, possibly even a crush.  Seeing what was
happening, I began to realize this might be the beginning of a love
triangle.  However, I doubted it would go that far, seeing Ted didn't live
locally and they'd only be together for a very limited amount of time.
However, with them hitting it off so quickly and so well, I knew it would
make Ted feel more at home during his stay.

Christmas was almost here now, and we still had a few more concerts and
plays to attend, as well as some last minute shopping to take care of.  The
shopping was mostly at the boys' behest, because they needed to pick up a
few last minute items.  I had all my gifts purchased by the middle of the
month, so I didn't need to go with them, but Jake and I did have some
grocery shopping to complete.  We still needed to pick up various foods for
the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day meals.

Jake and I had decided we were going to have both of these meals at home
this year, rather than going to a restaurant on Christmas Eve.  Part of our
reasoning was due to the fact that we were worried about how Arlene would
respond out in public.  If she was having a good day, everything would be
fine, but if she wasn't, then we were concerned how she would react and
what might happen.  By having both meals at home, we'd have more control
over the situation and wouldn't have to worry about Albert and Richard
dealing with one of her outbursts in front of a bunch of strangers, who
might not understand her actions were due to an illness.

As Christmas Eve arrived, we finished our final dinner preparations, so all
we had to do was wait for our guests to arrive.  Once they started coming
in, things really began to get festive, as everyone began to dip into the
Christmas cheer.  We were having drinks, mostly eggnog, and chatting, while
we waited for the final few guests to arrive.  Once everyone was here, we
planned on sitting down to eat.

Albert, Arlene and Richard were the last to arrive and the first thing I
noticed was that Arlene seemed to be doing well tonight.  As they entered,
she said hello to several of us and seemed to know where she was and it was
for a Christmas celebration.  However, Albert looked tired and worn out,
which concerned me greatly.  Immediately, I had to find out what was wrong.

"Albert, you look as if you haven't sleep for days," I told him.  "What's
the matter?"

He looked at me for a few moments before he acknowledged my comment, but
all he did was hang his head and not speak.  Richard did that for him,
though I don't think Albert was happy with what he told me.

"Dad HASN'T slept much," Richard said defiantly, glaring at his father.
"He spends most nights awake, keeping an eye on mom."

Albert gave his son a very stern look, almost as if he was threatening
Richard against giving away family secrets, but Arlene broke his
concentration.

"He doesn't have to watch over me, dear," she told Richard, confused as to
why he had said that.  "Why in the world would you think he was staying up
watching me?"  She seemed confused, and Richard seemed embarrassed he had
said it in front of her, especially when she was coherent.  However, once
he dealt with his embarrassment, he turned back to me.

"He fired the overnight person," Richard continued, almost in a whisper,
"because he said we didn't need her, but now he's up almost all night long,
worrying about what might happen."

Albert was really glaring at his son now.  It was obvious he was upset that
Richard didn't respond to his previous nonverbal warning, but Richard
wasn't about to be intimidated at this point.

"Is that true, Albert?" I asked.

"We didn't need someone to sit up while we were sleeping," he said,
adamantly.  "We don't need to waste money for a person to stay downstairs
trying to entertain themselves all night long."

"Obviously, we do," I corrected him, "or otherwise you wouldn't be awake
all night, doing the job they were hired to do."

"But I don't stay awake all night," he protested.

"Then why do you look so haggard and worn out?" I challenged.

"Well, I might not allow myself to sleep as deeply now, as I used to," he
admitted, "but I do sleep.  I don't just sit up all evening."

"Albert, there was no need to get rid of the overnight person just to save
money," I said firmly, but in a helpful tone.  "That was all taken care of
and wasn't an issue.  I'm going to call and see how soon I can get that
shift reestablished."  I saw he was about to protest, but I stopped him
short.

"No arguments on this," I stated, as forcefully as I dared without hurting
his feelings.  "Richard needs you and you're not going to be any good to
him if you're as worn out as you look now.  What will you do when spring
and summer comes, and your workload on the farm increases?  You won't be
able to do all that hard work, looking like you do now."

Albert was going to argue the point, but then stopped.  I wasn't sure if it
was because he finally agreed with me or just didn't want to start an
argument on Christmas Eve.  Regardless of his reasoning, I took it one step
further.

"Albert, just consider it our Christmas gift to your family.  We want to do
this for you, to give you peace of mind and allow you to survive, without
having to sacrifice your sleep or health.  Will you please accept our gift
this time?"  I had backed him into a corner now, by making it a Christmas
present, so he meekly looked up and gave a slight nod.

"Okay, you win," he told me, "and I really appreciate this.  I guess I
didn't realize how tough it would be on me, once I got rid of that person.
I wanted to save you the money, but you're right, it is becoming more than
I can handle.  I will pay you back someday though," he promised.  I knew it
was his pride speaking for him again, because he didn't like to accept
anything he couldn't pay for himself.

"Whatever, my friend," I assured him, "but let me do what I can to help, at
least until things get a little better for you."  Albert reached out,
grasped my hand and shook it firmly, to acknowledge the sincerity of his
appreciation.

"I'm not sure how long it will take to get someone back in your home," I
advised him, "so if you want, the boys and I will help out until that
happens."

"No, Josh.  It's my fault, so I'll cover until you can get the aide back
with us," he replied.  "Just know that I do appreciate your offer."

"Come on, Albert.  Will you quit being so stubborn?" I pressed.  "Just let
us do this for you.  It shouldn't be for very long.  It's just that I won't
even be able to get a hold of anyone until the day after Christmas."

"Josh, we'll be fine.  I can last until they come back," he insisted.

I didn't believe this, but I didn't want to continue arguing with him on
this festive day.  Instead, I decided I would approach him about it again,
before he went home or tomorrow.  For now, we'd just enjoy the day.

The rest of the evening went well and we had a very enjoyable dinner.  The
discussion that accompanied the meal was just as wonderful and the time
passed quickly.  The only negative thing that happened throughout the
entire evening was Arlene's occasional lapses with reality, but they didn't
seem to last long, so no one was greatly affected by it.  Before we knew
it, it was getting late and everyone realized it was time to be going home
and getting to bed.

Normally, we would have exchanged gifts with the extended family before
they went home, but because everyone was returning for Christmas dinner
tomorrow, we decided to wait and open our gifts then.  Therefore, we all
said our farewells and everyone headed home, ready to rest up for the big
day.


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