Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2000 13:27:38 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-2  - chapter 14

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The Castaway Hotel -Book 2 - by BW  (Young-Friends).        Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 14 - A disaster gone right.
      May 2000

It was Sunday, January 13th, and some of the boys were reading the Sunday
paper on the dining room table.  "Listen to this," Danny said, referring to
a headline he was reading.  "It says here that a 'Father of two kills wife
and self'.  I've got to read this story to you."

"SCRANTON- A Japanese immigrant, who had married a US citizen, killed his
wife and then himself shortly after noon Saturday.  Another man was also
injured in the attack.  There were reportedly several witnesses to this
crime.

According to police reports, Fumitake Yamada, 33, went to visit his wife
Debra, 31, at her job.  When he arrived at the office in which she worked,
he apparently discovered her having sexual relations with another man.  He
reportedly left the building, went out to his car and retrieved a revolver,
and then he went back to her office.  According to witnesses, he burst into
the room, screamed at both of them, then shot his wife once in the head.
He then shot the other man, Steven James, 30 and also from the Scranton
area, once in the chest.  He is reported in critical but stable condition
at the local hospital.

After Yamada had shot both his wife and the other man, reports indicate
that he turned the gun on himself and fired a single shot through the side
of his head.  He and his wife were both pronounced dead at the scene by
Joseph Bertini, county coroner.

Mrs. Yamada worked in a family owned and operated business, which police
are also investigating.  According to informed sources, it was during the
murder investigation that it was discovered that the family automotive car
care business was supposedly a front for a chop shop.  This garage had been
used to cut up stolen vehicles into parts and then those parts were resold.
It was estimated that this ring cleared hundreds of thousands of dollars a
year from this illegal activity.

Government files indicate that Mr. Yamada had come to this country to
attend college.  He had reportedly met his wife during that time and
dropped out of school to marry her.  He was currently working as a produce
manager at a local grocery store.  He had been employed there for the past
several years.  Mr.  Yamada has no previous police record and those who
worked with him said that he was a very likable and competent person.

The couple is survived by two children, ages nine and eleven, who were
taken into custody by Child Protective Services later the same day.  The
children will remain a wards of the state until suitable placement for them
can be made."

"Dad," Graham said as Danny finished reading the article, "you've got to
call somebody and get them sent here.  They need our help."

"Whoa there partner.  They're in a totally different part of the state.  I
don't even know if it would be allowed, even if I did make the offer."

"But they need us, Dad.  Their parents are dead and they have no place to
live.  They need us to take them in.  I just know they do."

"I'm sure they are feeling very badly about their parents but they do have
other relatives in the area.  It said that in the paper."

"But they're in trouble too, Dad, and the police aren't going to let them
have the boys."

"How do you even know they are boys, Graham?  The newspaper article didn't
say that."

"I don't know how, but I just know it, Dad.  Promise me that you'll at
least check to see if they have a new home.  I just feel that they don't
and I think they need us to help them."

"I'll tell you what, Graham.  Tomorrow I'll call Mrs. Swarthout and have
her check on this for us.  Will that make you happy?"

"Yes, Dad.  I just need to know that they're okay.  I just have this
feeling that they're not."

After this little discussion, the boys went off to do their own thing, but
I began to wonder about Graham and the passion he felt about that
situation.  He was so insistent about what he wanted me to do, it was as if
he had some information that the rest of us lacked.  Was the kid psychic or
something?  I was definitely going to check this out with Sally, as I was
curious to see if Graham's intuition was correct.

Monday morning, I went to my office after classes had begun and everything
seemed to be running smoothly, and I called Sally.

"Sally, this is Josh Currie.  How are you today?"

"Fine, Josh.  How are you and my favorite group of young men doing?"

"Everything is going quite well, right now, and the boys are well.  Thank
you for asking.  The reason for this call is that I have a favor to ask of
you."

"Well that sounds fair, after all of the favors I've asked of you.  What
may I do for you today?"

"The favor involves a situation that the boys read about in yesterday's
newspaper.  It was in an article about a murder-suicide in Scranton.  The
column stated that the deceased couple had two children, nine and eleven.
Graham made me promise to check about the children's current status with
you, to make sure that they had a home and family they could live with.
Graham seems to feel that they need our help and he wants them to come live
with us.  Would you be able to check on this for me?
  I know that I'm asking a lot, but this is very important to Graham."

"Certainly, Josh, I'd be happy to help.  It just so happens that I'm a
friend of my counterpart from that office.  We once shared a room together
at a professional conference, and we've remained close and stayed in touch
ever since.  I'll call her immediately, and then I'll get back with you."

"Thanks, Sally.  I wouldn't ask, but it was so very important to Graham.
It was as if he had a hunch about these kids.  In fact, he said they were
two boys, even though the paper didn't give that information."

"It's no problem, Josh.  I'd like to chat with Ann anyway.  Even if this
turns out to be nothing, it's a good excuse for me to call her at work."

"Thanks again, Sally.  Please, call me as soon as learn anything."

"I will, Josh.  Good-bye."

Well, now I'm covered.  If I happen to run into Graham in the halls, I can
at least tell him that I have spoken to Sally and that she said she would
check into the matter for us.  Damn.  Now the boys have me and Sally
working for them."

It was after lunch before Sally called me back, and I was curious to
discover what she had learned.

"Josh, you won't believe what I found out.  Graham was correct.  The
children are both boys and they most certainly need your help. Ann was
delighted that I called, and she was ecstatic when she learned that the
family she had read about in a magazine and admired from a distance, was
one of my foster homes.  Are you definitely interested in taking in these
boys, because Ann would love your assistance?"

"Well, yes, Sally.  If they need us, we'll take them in.  I'm confused,
however.  The paper said they had relatives in the area.  Why aren't the
children being placed with them?"

"They do have relatives there but, according to Ann, the whole extended
family is under investigation for illegal activities and they want to
remove the boys from their influence.  In fact, when Ann had the chance to
send them here, she jumped at it.  They wanted to move the boys as far away
from that group as possible, at least until they determine their fitness to
raise the boys."

"Then this would be a temporary placement?"

"It's possible.  We just won't know for some time.  Ann was wondering if
you might be able to travel there this Saturday, to meet her and the two
boys?  If things go well, she indicated that you might even be able to
bring them back with you."

That would be fine, Sally.  I'll drive up Friday after school, with all of
the boys, and we'll spend the night in Scranton.  That way we can meet them
fairly early, spend the day with the boys, and make our return trip on
Sunday."

"Josh, you and your boys are amazing.  I can't even begin to tell you how
many people are indebted to all of you for your generosity and caring
nature."

"Sally, you're making me blush.  If you would just ask Ann when and where
she would like to meet, we'll be all set.  I'll call and make the hotel
reservations in Scranton."

"I'll call her back, and then I'll let you know what she has to say.
Thanks, Josh, from both of us."

Now, I just sat in my office and thought about the remarkable coincidences
between what Graham had said and what turned out to be the truth.  The
children were both boys and they did need our help, even though they had
relatives in the area.  How in the world could he have possibly known that?

The first question Graham asked me, when he and Cole met me at the van, was
if I had checked about the boys.  I told them that I had followed-up on
that and I would tell everyone what I found out at dinner this evening.  He
seemed satisfied just to know that I had called, and he was willing to
learn what I discovered at the same time I told his brothers.

After we got home, I prepared our meal and puttered around in the kitchen
for a while.  When we sat down to eat, Graham was about at the end of his
patience.  "Dad, what did you find out from Mrs. Swarthout?" he pleaded.

"Okay, here's the whole story."  I told them how I had called Sally and how
she, in turn, called her friend.  I explained that there were two boys
involved and that the local welfare agencies didn't want the children to
stay with their relatives, at least for now.  Next, I informed them that we
would drive to Scranton on Friday evening, spend the night there, and then
meet the boys on Saturday.  I told them that we would spend most of
Saturday with the boys, stay overnight again, and we'd return home on
Sunday, possibly with the boys.

Everyone was excited about the trip, but they were totally in awe of Graham
and his 'ability' to sense all that from the newspaper's account of the
tragedy.  Suddenly, Graham found himself held in much higher regard by his
brothers, but it seemed not to affect him at all.  He was still only
concerned with the plight of the two young boys whom he had never met.

Friday, we had all the boys excused from all of their other commitments for
the weekend.  When the final class had ended, we loaded into the van and we
were on our way to Scranton.  I had planned out our trip the previous
evening at home and had calculated that it would take several hours for us
to drive there from our home in south central Pennsylvania, not including a
stop for dinner.  After an exhausting trip, we rolled into the parking lot
for our hotel between 11:00 p.m. and midnight.  We unloaded from the van
and took the three suitcases to our rooms.  I had the boys pack them
Thursday night and we loaded them immediately into the back of the van.
Clothing had been packed by room assignments.  Ricky, Cole, and Graham were
in one room and, therefore, used the first suitcase.  Dustin, Kevin, and
Trey were in a second room and they used another suitcase.  That left
Danny, Pat, and me to team up in the last room, and we packed our things in
the last piece of luggage.  I had also arranged for us to be in the center
room, so I could monitor the others' activities while they were in their
own rooms.  We were all very tired by the time we reached our rooms, and we
went directly to sleep.

The next day we were up, dressed, and ready for our 10:00 a.m. appointment,
with plenty of time to spare.  We drove to the county office building and
were greeted by a red haired woman who was about my age.  "Hi, I'm Ann
Getz, and you must be Mr. Currie."

"Yes, but please call me 'Josh'.  Please excuse me but I'm interested in
knowing how you did concluded that I was the person you were waiting for?"
I asked this question rather naively, as it would turn out.

"Well," Ann answered, "I figured that it had to be you or that I'd
discovered the Pied Piper, with all of those boys following you."  I should
have realized before I asked that question that we were not your common
family who could blend, unseen, into the community.

"Quite right.  I guess my question was rather silly.  I'm very happy to
meet you, Ann.  Sally told me a little about you."

"It's nice to meet you and your boys, Josh.  Sally told me about you, as
well.  I had also read about you in that magazine article which was
published a few months ago.  You and your boys are celebrities of sorts,
especially with people in my profession."

"Not too loudly, Ann.  I've just got the swelling down in their heads, so
they can fit in their hats again."

"Oh, Josh, I find that hard to believe.  They look like such wonderful
young men.  If you don't mind, I'd like to meet with them all later but,
for now, I need to speak with you alone.  We need to discuss some
background information about this case, in private.  The boys may remain
here in the waiting room, if they wouldn't mind?"

"They certainly wouldn't.  That will not be a problem."  I quickly informed
the boys of the planned events and I followed Ann into her office.

"I was thrilled when Sally called me," she began, "and told me about your
offer.  It couldn't have come at a better time.  I had just left a big
meeting where we had discussed the placement dilemma.  The concensus of the
agencies involved with this situation was that we did not want the boys to
move in with their mother's relatives.  We were all concerned that those
people might flee with the boys and try to evade criminal prosecution.
They still might take off, but this way they won't have the boys and they
won't know where the children are.  I just want to make sure that you and
your boys hit it off with Sammy and Andrew, first.  Those poor little
creatures don't need any more unhappiness in their young lives and I want
to make sure that they seem to fit in with the others."

"A wise precaution," I offered, "but I don't foresee any problems on this
side.  Hopefully, Sammy and Andrew, I believe those are their names, will
bond with my boys when we go out later."

"That would be wonderful," Ann exclaimed.  "Maybe I should start at the
beginning and fill you in on what we know.  This whole mess started because
the wife and husband had been having some marital problems.  Mr. Yamada
went over to where his wife worked to surprise her and ask her out to
lunch.  When he arrived, he could see her and this other guy through a
small window in the office wall.  We were told that they were having sex on
her desk.  The husband went out, got his pistol out of his glove
compartment, and burst into the office upon his return.  The two lovebirds
jumped off the desk and tried to cover the evidence of their indiscretion.
According to witnesses, Mr. Yamada screamed at his wife and told her that
she had shamed herself, she had shamed her family, and she had shamed him.
He lifted his weapon and fired a single shot into her head, between her
eyes.  The other guy tried to flee, but Mr.  Yamada shot him in the chest
as he tried to bolt for the door.  The bullet did some damage, but the
other guy survived.  Maybe now he won't be so quick to mess around with a
married woman again.

"Back to the story, however.  Mr. Yamada lifted the pistol to his own head
and pulled the trigger.  One of the employees in the shop raced to a phone
and dialed 911.  When the police and ambulances arrived, the paramedics
started treating the injured man.  The other two were already dead.  As
police went around to take statements from the other employees, one of the
officers recognized a vehicle, which had been reported stolen earlier in
the week.  It was sitting in the back of the shop, only partially covered
by a tarp.  He called the station and had some detectives sent over to
check out his find, and the detectives found another stolen vehicle and
some other assorted property that had been stolen from throughout the area.
The business was immediately closed down and seized by the cops.  The
police department went to court to get an injunction that would freeze all
of the family's assets until the case was decided in court.  If the law
enforcement agencies could prove that any of those assets were purchased or
acquired due to illicit activities, then those items could be confiscated
by the state.

"Now my agency had to decide what to do with the two boys, who were now
orphans.  The mother's family was excluded as undesirable and unfit, some
because of the allegations and others because of prior criminal records.
We tried to find out what we could about the father's family, and
discovered that he had left Japan against his parents' wishes.  It was
because of that unauthorized departure that his parents had disowned him
and mourned him as if he were dead.  They have had no contact with each
other since that day.

"This meant the boys were now wards of the state and under my supervision.
We were debating their future when Sally told me about you and your offer.
The boys are in an adjoining office, with one of my caseworkers, and I'd
like for them to meet you and your sons.  If you're willing, they are
prepared to spend the rest of the day with you."

"That's sort of what we had planned on too, Ann.  My boys are looking
forward to meeting them."

"Great!  Let's go out in the waiting room and I'll fill all of you in about
them."  We walked out where the boys were sitting and Ann gave us the a few
more details about the orphans.

"Let me tell you about the boys and then I'll bring them out to meet you.
The older boy is Tsukimo Yamada but he goes by 'Sammy', the English
equivalent of his name.  He is eleven years old, he's in the sixth grade,
and he does quite well in school.  Both boys are half Japanese on their
father's side, and half Anglo-American on the mother's side.

"The younger boy's name is Furuhata Yamada or 'Andrew'.  He is nine years
old, in fourth grade, and he, also, does well in school.  Both boys are
quite small in physical stature, and they have very oriental-looking body
features.  They are both very meek and well behaved.  I have no idea about
their hobbies or other interests, but maybe the caseworker who has been
assigned to them can tell you more along this line.  She is with them now,
in another office, and they're waiting for me to come and get them.  Do any
of you have any questions that you'd like answered first?"

"They do speak English, don't they?" Cole asked.

"Yes they do, and very well.  They were both born in this country, they
attend schools here, and they are both U.S. citizens."

"Do they know how their parents died?" Trey asked.  I think his question
came about because of the way he had lost his own family and the unresolved
issues he was still dealing with.

"They know that both of their parents were shot to death but they have not
been told the details of that event.  We didn't think they were old enough
to deal with that kind of information, at least not yet."

"I think that was a wise decision," I told her.  "It would be difficult
enough to learn that your parents were murdered, but to discover that your
father was responsible might be too much for them to handle."

"Our thoughts, precisely.  Any other questions?"  There were none.  "In
that case, I'll go get the boys and bring them out for introductions."

Ann left and returned a minute later.  Following her into the room were two
small oriental youths and another lady.  The boys both had straight black
hair, very dark eyes (almost black), they were quite cute, and they both
looked scared out of their wits.  Ann stood behind them and began the
introductions.

"Josh, boys.  This is Sammy Yamada and this is his brother, Andrew."  She
pointed to each boy as she introduced him.  "Sammy and Andrew, this is
Mr. Currie and these are his sons.  I'll have to let him tell you their
names."

Little Andrew looked around the room, his eyes wide and his mouth open.
"These are all your sons?" he asked in total surprise.

"Yes, Andrew, they are.  They all came to me in various ways and I have
taken them into my home and adopted them or am currently in the process of
adopting them."

"Wow," exclaimed Sammy.  "I don't think I've known anyone with that many
children before."

"Yes, I must admit that we're sort of an oddity these days.  There was a
time when eight children would not have been considered that unusual for a
family but, nowadays, even four children is a rarity and considered a lot.
By the way, I have four other grown children who are living on their own,
two grandsons, and another grandchild on the way."

"You are a glutton for punishment, aren't you, Josh?" Ann said in jest.

"Yes, I guess maybe I am."  At that point I introduced all of my sons to
Sammy and Andrew.  I told them their names, their ages and a brief story
about how we came to be together.  I could see that the two oriental youths
were fascinated by my account of how some of the boys had been treated in
their former homes and families.

"Well, Sammy and Andrew," I asked them after the introductions were
completed, "how would you like to join us for the afternoon?  We will go
wherever you'd like to go, do whatever you'd like to do, and you can get to
know the boys during that time.  How would you like that?"

"Can we go to Chuck E. Cheese?" Andrew asked excitedly.

"If that's where you want to go, then we'll go there.  Is that okay with
you, Sammy?"

"Yes, I like that place.  We have a lot of fun when we go there."

"Then it's settled.  Say good-bye to Mrs. Getz and Mrs. ." I looked at the
caseworker.  "I'm not sure I caught your last name, I'm sorry."

"Weinberg, Sandy Weinberg."

"Fine.  Say good-bye to Mrs. Getz and Mrs. Weinberg and we'll be on our
way."

Our new little friends said their farewells, Ann gave me directions to
Chuck E. Cheese, and we went out to load into the van.  I strapped Sammy
and Andrew into the front passenger seat and the other boys hopped into the
back, some sitting on the laps of some of the others.  We made our way
through the city and we were soon in the parking lot, with everyone
scrambling to get out the various van doors.  It was like an invasion
force, as the boys rushed the building and crashed (not literally) through
the front doors.

We decided to eat first and I ordered three large pizzas and drinks.  I
also purchased a slew of tokens for the boys to play the assortment of
carnival and video type games, located throughout the building.  They
played the games to win tickets, which could be exchanged for prizes later.
I went to the counter and got four plastic bags to collect and hold the
tickets in.  We finished eating, I doled out the tokens and soon there were
ten boys running from game to game to game.  Ricky, Cole, and Graham also
talked Sammy and Andrew into going up the collection of tubes and play
areas that shot up from the floor and loomed above the other furnishings.
Only the younger children were allowed to use this area.  As I sat there on
a stool and watched the younger boys climbing through these clear tubes and
going from area to area, I projected a visual image of them as hamsters in
their cages, scooting through the maze of tubing that was provided for
their pleasure.  They actually did look like animals in a maze.

The boys played around in Chuck E. Cheese for over five hours.  They were
all having a good time and they each took turns introducing themselves and
taking the new boys with them for a while.  When we had finished for the
day, we had many, many bags of tickets from the games.  We took them over
to redeem them and my boys wanted Sammy and Andrew to split the tickets
between just them and then select a toy for their prize.  The two oriental
boys were thrilled and amazed that the other boys didn't want something for
themselves and that they would give them all of the tickets.  Sammy and
Andrew each selected the toy they wanted from the shelf that reflected the
correct level for the tickets they had turned in.  From Sammy and Andrew's
reaction to their choice as it was handed to them, you would have thought
that we had just given each of them a million dollars.  We all sat down and
talked a little longer and then we decided on how we wanted to spend the
rest of the day.  We agreed that we should soon go out for dinner and then
we would go to a movie.  I called Ann at the number she had given me before
we left, and told her of our plans.  She wanted to know how the boys were
getting along and I replied 'fabulously'.  I then asked her if it would be
permissible for them to stay with us at the hotel, as they could bunk in
with my three hoodlums, and she said that would be fine.

Before I rejoined the boys, I asked some of the older customers about a
good place to dine with my brood.  They gave me the name, address, and
phone number of a family style restaurant, so I called and made
reservations for 6:00 p.m.  One of the customers had drawn me a map while I
was on the phone, and he gave it to me and explained in detail how to get
there.  I thanked him and led the boys out to the van.  We stopped along
the way and picked up a newspaper from one of those vending machines, and
we looked over the movie selection while we parked along the street.  We
quickly agreed on a movie, so that was set.  It was now about twenty
minutes to six, so we headed for the restaurant, and soon I looked like the
good shepherd leading his flock into the building to graze.

The hostess wanted to know if we were some kind of school group or chorus
and I told her no, it was just my family.  She looked at the various sizes,
hair colorings, and nationalities, and then she looked back toward me.  I
merely answered her questioning look by saying that they did not all have
the same mother.  I think that comment just about blew her mind.  The boys
soon added to my assertion by calling me 'dad' when they wanted something,
so I think that she finally believed me and gave up on the notion that I
was just pulling her leg.

We were seated at this large, basically circular table, in the middle of
the dining room.  I felt like King Arthur with his knights at the Round
Table, although I had some very small and puny knights.  The boys each
ordered what they wanted and we enjoyed a very nice meal with some good
conversation to go along with it.  My boys answered many questions about
themselves while they ate, as Sammy and Andrew seemed to want to know
everything about them.  When they had finished grilling my boys, they
turned their attention to me.  They asked me why I had taken in so many
boys, how I had selected the boys that I wanted, and they wanted to know
where we lived and what it was like there?  We answered all of their
questions, ordered dessert, and then it was time for me to pay the bill and
leave for the theater.  As we prepared to leave, we received several
compliments, from the help and some of the other customers, about how well
behaved the boys were and how they were such little gentlemen.  I explained
that they were on their best behavior, but they were capable of letting
loose at times.  The people laughed, said that they were still impressed,
and the boys thanked them for not letting me give them the wrong impression
about their manners.

I asked for directions to the movie theater before we loaded into the van,
and we were soon on our way.  We arrived at the theater, purchased our
tickets, and went in to take our seats.  After the large meal, no one
needed popcorn, candy, or sodas.  The movie was quite enjoyable.  It was
one that would appeal to all age groups and, when it was over, we headed
back to the hotel.  Sammy and Andrew were thrilled that they were going to
be allowed to stay with us overnight and they were even happier when they
found out they would be bunking in with my three terrors, who were
currently on their best behavior.  I tucked the five of them into the two
beds; Sammy slept with Ricky, while Andrew slept with Graham and Cole, and
then I went back to my own room.  As I drifted off to sleep that evening, I
still couldn't get it out of my mind how Graham had somehow known that all
this was meant to be.

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Attention readers: If you like my stories and you are a fan of 'sword and
sorcery' type works, I have just started posting a new story in the
gay/science fiction-fantasy section.  It is called 'The Sword of Kings'.
The three main characters, those who are involved in the sexual relations,
are from the young friends/ high school age group.  If this type of story
is to your liking, I would urge you to check it out.
     Thanks, Bill.

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