Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 16:14:50 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book 6, chapter 11

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 6-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 11 - Cheers and fears.                    October 2002

It was only a couple of days before the private investigator called, to
tell us he had located one of the two men we were looking for.  It happened
to be the pimp/drug dealer, and he was currently serving a 20-year to life
conviction, for pushing drugs.  I wasn't surprised by that, it was just
that I had been afraid we might discover he was already dead by now, either
killed by a rival drug dealer, an overdose, or by having contracted AIDS
from one of his pros.  Fortunately this was not the case, and now I had to
go and try to convince this guy to do the right thing, like he might have
even the slightest idea what the right thing was.  I did make one immediate
decision, however, and that was to keep this information from Cody, until
we were sure if this guy was genetically related.

After thanking the P.I. for his diligent work, I contacted Steve, to see if
he could arrange for the two of us to go talk to this guy in person.  I
wanted Steve involved with this for two reasons.  First, I knew that a
lawyer would be able to get access to a prisoner more quickly than I could,
and second, I wanted him there to advise me of any legal ramifications of
anything I might do or offer this guy, to get him to cooperate.  Of course,
Steve was more than willing to help, and I felt better now, knowing he was
going to be there with me.  Shortly after I spoke with him, Steve called
the prison and set up a time for us to visit, merely explaining to the desk
sergeant that he had legal issues he needed to discuss with this prisoner.
The warden, knowing he couldn't press for information from an attorney,
unless it was willingly offered, accepted that explanation, and we were
scheduled to meet this guy the following day.

All that night I rehearsed what I was going to say in my mind, and I chose
an approach of how I was going to act with this guy.  I guessed it would be
highly unlikely that he would agree to being tested, without some sort of
incentive, to determine if he was Cody's biological father.  As I became
clear on how I was going to deal with this man, I also tried to picture
what he might look like.  At first I thought he might be one of those
dandy-type pimps, who likes to dress in expensive and outlandish styles of
clothing, like you might see on those police shows on television.  Then I
added in the fact that he also dealt drugs, so now I imagined him as some
hardened gang member; tough, unyielding, and totally uncooperative.  I knew
he was probably going to be a tough nut to crack, and I was grateful that
Steve was going to be there too, so I wouldn't have to face him alone.

That morning I kept the Grand Am, to take on the trip, and I picked Steve
up at his office.  On the drive to the prison, I explained to Steve what I
planned to do and say, getting his advice along the way.  By the time we
got to the prison parking lot, I was pretty sure of how I wanted to conduct
this interview.  Being my first time visiting a secure facility, I was a
little amazed at what we had to go through.  Steve told me later that this
was much easier than the normal process to enter the prison, because we
were considered legal representatives, thus exempt from certain procedures,
like body cavity searches.  Even so, we had to pass through two separate
guards stations, where armed guards watched our every movement, and then we
were patted down, and searched for weapons and other contraband.  After the
guards were satisfied we were clean, we were escorted through a series of
barred doorways, which we had to be buzzed through, in order to gain access
to the area beyond.  Once we arrived at our final destination, we were then
escorted into a locked room, where we would be able to sit and talk with
this guy.  We were there for a couple of minutes, before he was led into
the room, and he was placed in handcuffs and shackles, with a chain
connecting those two items.  This was done for our protection, and was a
common way to deal with those inmates classified as potentially dangerous.

"Who the hell are you guys, and what the fuck do you want with me?" this
guy spat out, shortly after the guard closed the door behind him.

"My name is Steve Shay, and I'm an attorney.  This is my friend and
associate, Josh Currie, and he is the reason we are here.  He has some
questions he would like to ask you?"

"Well, whatever you want, it's going to cost you?  I don't give up nothin'
for free."

"If you are cooperative," I began, "I will make sure you are properly
rewarded.  If you are able to help me, I will make sure that money is added
to your inmate account, but how much is added will depend on how well you
cooperate."  I had done some research and discovered that these inmate
accounts are one of their most valuable assets in prison.  Seeing they are
not allowed to have money on them, any funds they have are kept in an
account at the prison.  They can use the money in this account to buy
cigarettes, to purchase certain snacks and drinks, or to secure a limited
number of items from a prison run store.

"So, what is it you want?"

"Do you remember Marianne Reynolds?"

"Hey, man.  I haven't seen that whore in years."  A look of concern was
spread across his face.

"We know that, and she's no longer alive, but she is part of the reason
we're here."

"Man, if anything happened to that bitch, I had nothing to do with it."
Now he began to look defiant.

"No one said you did.  She died of natural causes."

"Then why did you mention her, and what does this have to do with me?"

"Did you ever have sex with her?"  He studied me for a minute, before he
answered.

"Oh, shit, man!  Did that slut go and die of AIDS?  And now you're here to
tell me she might have passed that shit on to me, right?"  You could just
see the venom in his gaze.

"Well, she did die of AIDS, but that's not why we're here.  She had a son,
who has been diagnosed with leukemia, and we would like you to take a DNA
test, to see if you are this boy's biological father."

"What the fuck difference would that make?  There is no way you can stick
me with his bills, make me pay support, or have him come live with me, so
what the hell is up?"  Now he was eyeing me suspiciously.

"No, that is not why we're here either.  All of his bills are covered, and
we don't even want him to know you are his father, if that is the case, but
we were hoping if you were the boy's father, you might be willing to donate
some blood and bone marrow cells to him, to help save his life."

"Fuck, if the kid's anything like me or his old lady, then he's probably
better off dead."  I lost it at that point.

"You selfish son-of-a-bitch.  He happens to be a great kid, and I'm
planning to adopt him, once we can clear up the paternity issue.  We were
just hoping that you might do the fatherly thing, and want to save your
son, if that turns out to be the case."

He thought for a moment, before he responded.  "Well, I guess if you are
willing to put enough cash into my account, I might be willing to help the
kid out."

"I assumed you'd say something like that eventually, so here's the offer.
Listen carefully, because I'm only making it once, and it's non-negotiable.
If you don't agree with my terms, then we'll just go to the national donor
registry, to find another match."  I was trying to take away any thoughts
he might have of trying blackmail me into giving him more money.  "I'll
give you $500, if you'll take the DNA test, $1,000, if you end up donating
blood and bone-marrow cells to the boy, and I'll double that to $2,000, if
you turn out to be his biological father. The extra thousand will be for
your signing away any claim you might have on him.  Is that a deal?"

"Well, that doesn't sound like much."  I cut him off.

"I told you this was non-negotiable, and a one-time offer.  It's a take it
or leave it proposition, so is your answer 'yes', or 'no'?"

He eyed me suspiciously, like he knew I had him by the balls on this one.
I knew he wanted to try to get more, but he was afraid of losing what I'd
already offered him.  Finally, he relented.  "Okay, it's just a little
blood, and nothing I haven't done before."

I knew he meant being stuck with a needle, like when he used to do drugs.
"Fine.  We'll arrange for a certified technician to come by, and work with
the prison doctor to take the DNA sample.  I'll give the technician a check
to leave for your account, once he has the genetic sample, and then I'll
contact you, to let you know if there will be any further transactions
required."

He merely nodded, and Steve quickly wrote up an agreement for him to sign,
stating what we had already agreed to.  He even had a guard step inside, to
witness the signing, so it was all totally legal.  Once we had everything
we agreed to, we left the prison, happy to be free of that constrictive
environment.  Once we were in the car and on our way home, Steve turned to
me.

"You would have made a good lawyer, or a contract negotiator."  He laughed
after he said that.  "I don't know anyone who could have handled that
situation any better.  You offered him the carrot, and before he had time
to figure out how to get two, you threatened him with none.  Nicely
played."

"Well, I have represented the school district in contract negotiations
before, but could you believe the attitude of that arrogant bastard.  Here
we've got a kid's life on the line, and all he can think about is what he's
going to get out of the deal."

"Well, that's primarily the way he's conducted his whole life.  That's
probably a contributing factor as to why he is where he is today."

"Yeah, you're probably right there, but you don't know how close I came to
wanting to go over and beat the crap out of him, or rip his balls off, for
making those disgusting comments."

"Well, I'm glad you kept your cool, or next time I might have been coming
here to visit you."  Now he looked at me and burst out laughing.

"Very funny, but you'd probably find that comical too."

"Not really, because then I'd have to find a way to take care of all my
nephews.  I'm glad you've put them first in your priorities, before you
attack that piece of shit."

"Well, actually it didn't happen quite like that.  The biggest reason I
hesitated, was because the guy was in chains.  I've always been one for a
fair fight, and that wouldn't have been fair."

"You're right, because he'd probably have bitten you, kneed you, or tried
to gouge your eyes out, if a fight had started.  If he had been infected
with the AIDS virus by Cody's mother, then you would have been exposed to
it too."

"I guess I'd never considered that.  It's a good thing I have such high
standards then."  We both chuckled at that.

"Well, at least he agreed to this deal," Steve said, after a few moments of
levity, "so now we're halfway home."

"Yes, but I truly hope that slime ball isn't Cody's father.  I don't know
if I'd be able to contain my contempt, if I had to tell Cody that was the
case."

"We should know the results of the test quite soon, so you won't have very
long to contemplate how you'll break the news to Cody, if that does turn
out to be the case."

I knew Steve was right, so I began to think about what I would tell Cody,
if that turned out to be the truth.  I think Steve knew what I was up to,
so he didn't bother me the rest of the way, but I did notice him writing on
a legal pad, as I drove back home.  When I stopped to drop Steve off at his
office, he told me he'd take care of getting the tech to the prison, so I
could concentrate on Cody, and how I was going to handle the other guy,
once we located him.  I thanked him for being such a good friend, yet
again, and then we parted ways.  Now I drove back to my office.

The rest of the day and evening was pretty quiet for me, as I expected it
would be, but the next day brought a new surprise.  At one point my
secretary buzzed me, and told me that one of my boys was on the phone and
wanted to talk to me.  I panicked, and thought something was wrong, so I
took it immediately, only to discover an excited Trey on the other end of
the receiver.

"Pop, you won't believe this," he began.  "Do you remember that contest my
teacher entered me in last year?  The one where she submitted my script
about the World War II soldiers."

"Yes, Trey, I remember that quite well."

"You're gonna flip when I tell you this.  She got a letter today that said
I won a state award for it.  In fact, she said I got something called the
Pinnacle Award for my category.  She told me that meant my script was the
very best, out of all of the ones they got.  Then she told me it is going
to be sent on to the regional competition."

"That's great, Trey.  I'm very proud of you.  That is an extraordinary
accomplishment and it will look great on your college resume, when you're
ready to apply.  I am so proud of you.  That is really outstanding."  I
could almost see and hear him blushing through the receiver.

"My teacher also said this would be announced over the school's
P.A. system, tomorrow morning.  I'm not so sure about her doing that.  Do
you think people will think I got chosen, just because I'm your son?"

"First of all, they've all seen the film you did, and most of them realize
this was quite an extraordinary effort on your part.  Second, anyone with
half a brain will realize that this was a statewide competition, one in
which I would have absolutely no influence.  Don't worry about what
simpletons like that will think, because you'll be getting a lot of praise
from people who know better, and it will be richly deserved praise."

"Okay, Pop, if you say so.  You know I trust your judgment.  I just got a
little worried."

"That's okay, and I understand your concern.  You may get a little flak
from a few brain-dead individuals, but you'll get more congratulations and
support from the overall school community.  Just do me a favor and make
sure you get a copy of that letter from the teacher, so I can read it for
myself.  I want to be able to read all the details about what's going on."

"I will, Pop, and thanks."

"Anytime, Trey.  I am extremely proud of you, I love you, and I'll see you
at home."

"Okay, Pop, and I love you too."

Now I had something else to distract me from the issue of who was Cody's
father, and I was glad to have that distraction.  Just as I would have
advised the boys, in a similar situation, worrying about it will not change
the outcome, so it's best to wait, until we know what we actually have to
deal with.  See, sometimes I even heed my own advice.

When Trey came home that evening, he had the copy of the letter, so I read
it over, to see if there was anything special I should be aware of.  It was
quite impressive in itself, written on deluxe stationary, with embossed
letterhead, and I decided to read it to the boys after dinner, giving them
a heads-up about what they'd hear tomorrow at school.

"Boys, I want to read a letter to you, one about Trey.  The contents of
this letter will be announced at school tomorrow, at least at the high
school, and I thought it best you know about it in advance.  Trey is
worried there might be some negative reactions to it, so I want you to be
prepared, in case Trey's concerns prove valid.  I don't think they will,
but forewarned is forearmed."  Now I picked up the piece of paper and began
to read from it.



"The Scholastic Art & Writing Award committee, for the State of
Pennsylvania, Alexander Currie has been awarded the Pinnacle Award, for his
screen play for film, entitled "Brothers Beneath the Flesh".  As recipient
of the Pinnacle Award, it means that his submission was judged to be the
very best in that category.  His work will now be forwarded to the regional
award committee, to be judged at that level.  The announcement of regional
winners will be made in late March, with the best from each region being
forwarded to the national award committee.

At this time, the award committee for the State of Pennsylvania would like
to congratulate this young man for his outstanding effort, and a plaque
signifying his accomplishment will be awarded at a banquet, to be held in
Harrisburg on March 1st.  Details and directions to the banquet facility
will be sent under separate cover.

The committee would like to extend our sincerest congratulations to all the
winners, and we want you to know the entire state and the Pennsylvania
Department of Education are extremely proud of your accomplishments.

A press release announcing your personal success has been prepared by our
staff and forwarded to your hometown newspaper.  A general article, listing
all the state winners, has also been delivered to each news organization
within this great state.

Sincerely, The Pennsylvania award committee chairperson"



I think the boys were quite impressed after hearing this, and they
immediately began to congratulate Trey for having won this award.  Of
course, my boys couldn't do it without adding their own brand of humor with
their praise, so these are the types of things Trey heard.

"Hey, Alexander, nice going," Dion began, tongue in cheek, because he knew
Trey didn't care to be referred to by his proper first name.  Trey just
glared at Dion for doing that.

"Does that mean I'm going to get paid for being in his film now?" Sammy
wanted to know, smiling as he asked this.

"This has nothing to do with the film," Trey advised him.  It's only for
the script.  Sammy pretended to pout.

"Hey, does this mean you're going to be famous?" Ricky asked, his eyes
bulging from their sockets.  "Am I going to be related to the next Steven
Spielberg or Stephen King?

"Could be," I told him, "especially if he keeps going like he is.  Who
knows what might happen, if he wins at the next levels.  He might come
under the attention of some top film school, or get offered an
assistantship to some famous director or screen writer."

"Wow," Andrew commented.  "Can I be in one of your movies?  I'm cute
enough, aren't I?"  We all knew Andrew was being deadly serious about this,
but we all had to smirk at his innocent enthusiasm and curiosity.

"Of course you're cute, Andrew," Trey told him, "and I'd love to have you
in one of my movies, so don't let me forget that."

"I won't," Andrew told him, pleased with Trey's response.  "Damn, I'm so
excited."

All of our mouths fell open when Andrew said that, as I don't believe any
of us had ever heard him use a word such as that before.  Andrew noticed
our reaction, and realized what he had said, so now he tried to make up for
that mistake.  "Sorry, daddy.  I just got excited."

I merely smiled at him, and winked, letting him know that all was forgiven.
He smiled back at me, then looked back at Trey, grinned, and repeated,
"But, damn, this IS exciting."  Now all of the boys burst into hysterics.

The phone rang at that point, interrupting the moment, and one of the boys
answered it.  Soon I was being called to take it.  "Hello?" I responded, as
I put the receiver to my ear.

"Josh, this is John Stokes.  I think I've located the other guy you were
looking for.  He's married, has a couple of kids, and he lives in western
Pennsylvania.  New Castle, to be precise."

"That's great news.  I'll drop your bonus money off at the office tomorrow.
You did a great job."  After that, he gave me the exact address and phone
number for this guy, and from what I could gather this was a much better
prospect as a possible parent/donor for Cody.  However, this news also made
me wonder if this guy might try to try to claim custody of Cody, if the boy
did turn out to be his son.  Now I began to have concerns of my own.  After
we hung up, I called Steve, to see if he could go with me next Saturday,
when I planned to meet with this guy.

"Hello, Steve, this is Josh."

"Hi, Josh.  What's up?"

"I just got a call from the P.I., and he said he's located the other guy.
Do you think you could go with me this Saturday, to talk to him?  He lives
almost on the Pennsylvania-Ohio border."

"Give me a second to check my calendar."  There was a brief pause, as I
heard Steve jostling through some papers.  "Yes, I don't see anything
important on my calendar.  I'll also check with Mary, but I'm sure she'll
be okay with it too.  By the way, I heard the technician got the blood
sample, and it has been sent to the lab for DNA testing, along with Cody's
sample."

"That's great news.  I just hope the results of the DNA testing are just as
pleasant for me to hear.  I really pray that the pimp isn't Cody's father."

"I understand exactly, and I'll second your prayer request.  That would
turn ouut to be another rotten break for Cody, if that were the case, and I
think the kid has enough to deal with right now."

"That's precisely how I see it.  Thanks, Steve, you truly are the best
friend a guy could have."

After I got off the phone with Steve, I told Jake about our plans, asking
him to make sure he kept Cody busy that day, so he wouldn't have time to
think or worry about any of this.  He told me he'd take care of that, and
then he wished me good luck, knowing how deeply I felt about protecting
Cody from any more pain.  I certainly was lucky to have found this great
guy, more exactly that the boys were smart enough to hook us up, and he has
been great with the boys too.  It was just a stroke of immense luck that
such a patient, understanding, and affectionate lover wandered into my
life, and he also turned out to be a great second-dad to all the boys too,
while giving me another fantastic son in return.

The next day at school was kind of interesting.  I wasn't at the high
school when the announcement was made, but I sure got a bunch of responses
concerning it, after the fact.  From what I heard, the announcement went
something like this.

"I am pleased to make the following announcement," the principal began.
"As most of you already know, last year one of our students, Trey Currie,
wrote a screenplay, and made a film out of it.  We were all fortunate
enough to be able to view that film, but it did not stop there.  Knowing
how truly remarkable his talent was, one of his teachers submitted his
screenplay to the Scholastic Art & Writing Award program.  I am now pleased
to announce that Trey's work has been singled out for special recognition.
His script was named the Pennsylvania State Pinnacle Award winner for that
category, meaning his work was judged to be the very best of all those
entered.  His script will now be placed in the regional competition, and I
would encourage all of you to congratulate Trey on his achievement, and
wish him well at the next level of competition."

I heard Trey's homeroom went wild, whooping and hollering, congratulating
Trey and slapping him on the back.  Dion reported a similar, but more
subdued response in his homeroom, as everyone told him how pleased they
were for his brother.  The other high school boys reported a similar
response in their homerooms too.  Trey also told me later, that although
there were a couple of less than enthusiastic responses made to him
concerning that announcement, the vast majority of things said to him were
very positive and encouraging.

At that time I also informed Trey that my office was deluged with
congratulatory phone calls, from administrators, faculty, and staff, just
letting me know how pleased they were over his accomplishment.  They also
mentioned how great this was for the entire school district, as this would
be an indication to institutions of higher education that we were more than
just a backwoods, country school district.  They also expressed their hopes
that he would fare as well at the next level of competition, many stating
that they thought it was good enough for him to go all the way.  I told him
many of those I spoke to were former teachers of his, and they expressed
their faith in his ability and told me that it had been there all along.
They mentioned that when they had him in their classes that they saw
flashes of that brilliance, and they voiced their confidence that he would
continue to shine academically, and in this competition.

I also received calls from the local newspaper, as a staff writer was
requesting permission to interview Trey and me personally, for a special
interest article they wanted to do for the Sunday supplement.  I agreed to
have them come to the office the next afternoon, after classes had ended,
telling them I'd make sure Trey was there as well.  They thanked me for our
cooperation, and reiterated that they'd see us the following afternoon.

I also received a phone call from the local cable company, which had helped
Trey produce the film in the first place, and they offered to broadcast it
on their public access channel later.  They wanted to do a video interview
featuring the two of us, which they said they would like to air right
before they reran Trey's film, if that would be all right with us.  I told
them I'd check with Trey, but I was pretty sure he wouldn't mind either the
interview or their rerunning his film.  They also thanked me for our
cooperation, and they passed along their congratulations as well.  I set
this interview for after the newspaper interview, but we would have to
drive to their studios to tape it.

Once again, Trey, the rest of the family, and I were all impressed and
overwhelmed by the support of the entire community.  We were even being
stopped on the street, in stores, and at public events, as people told us
how exciting it was that one of our own was doing so well.  They told us
that his success helped to put our small community on the map, so to speak,
giving us all special recognition.  They were also impressed by the fact
that our small school district had helped to produce a talent of this
significance, one that ranked among the best in the entire state.  They
said they loved it when friends or relatives, from other areas, got in
touch with them, telling them how they had noticed that someone from our
area had been mentioned in their own local newspaper.  It was a thrilling
time for us all.

As we approached the end of the month, and all the attention began to wane
from the award, my attention was also drawn away from Trey, and toward
another family member.  I came home one afternoon to discover a letter
waiting for me, a letter from the Genelex Corporation, and I knew at once
that was the laboratory the blood samples had been sent to, for DNA
testing.  Obviously this was the report that would tell me if Cody's
mother's pimp was also his father.

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