Date: Sat, 30 May 2015 22:16:36 +0200
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 48
Nick's Story -- Chapter 48
This story is about growing up in Tulsa. Part of the story involves sex
between boys so you should be 18 to read it. Please send comments to
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Copyright 2014 - 2015, Nick Brady, all rights reserved.
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Tony and Nathan slipped down to the empty classroom, thinking to amuse
themselves with some sex play. Tony was horny enough. It seemed he was
always in a state of half arousal. Meeting another boy for sex was
something that never gave him a second thought, until recently. Now even
as they hurried down to the scene of several encounters, first with Thomas,
then with both Thomas and Nathan, he felt a certain hesitation. He and
Thomas had agreed that they were boyfriends, although Tony was not totally
sure what that meant in practical terms.
At first he thought that it meant the two of them would only enjoy sex with
each other. But when they discovered Nathan masturbating in their little
hideaway, Thomas had organized a three way and the agreement had been
modified to include such an activity. Did the agreement extend to a one on
one with Nathan or even another boy? Tony felt a little confused. And
what about little Bobby? Bobby seemed to accept that Thomas was somehow
special for Tony, but did that extend to any other boy who presented an
opportunity for sex?
Feelings of honor and commitment were something new and strange for Tony
and this was making him feel uneasy. Yet as he followed Nathan down the
corridor, he could see in his mind's eye the fan of blonde hair that
flanked Nathan's butt hole and the image pulled him forward. When they
arrived at the room, the old lock rattled open very easily and they were
quickly inside.
"I thought me and Thomas were the only guys who came down here to
play." Tony confided. "Have you been using this place for very long?" He
asked Nathan.
"Not really. An older boy showed it to me and we came down here a
couple of times. But he is gone now and so I just came down here by myself
to jack off." Nathan admitted. "That is what I was doing when you and
Thomas caught me."
"Who was that boy?" Tony wondered.
"Some guy named Jase." Nathan confessed. "He was kind of crazy.
I don't know what happened to him but he's not here any more."
Hearing Jase's name gave Tony a bad feeling. "Yeah, I kinda
remember him. He was a punk."
Nathan began to rub the front of his jeans. "What do you want to
do?" He asked with an eager look.
Tony felt inclined to stall. "I don't know, man. What do you want
to do?"
Nathan grinned. "I don't care, I'm just horny."
"What kind of stuff have you done with other guys?"
"Lots of stuff, you know. Like you and Thomas did with me. I
pretty much like everything."
"Is that why you are in here?" Tony wondered, forgetting for a
moment the unwritten rule about not asking that question.
Nathan frowned. "No, I'm not here for doing sex. I like to steal
stuff."
Tony understood the need to steal food and clothing just to get
by. "What did you steal?"
"You know, cool stuff. Whatever I could grab when the store people
weren't looking. They call that shoplifting."
"What did you do with it?" Tony asked. "Did you sell it?"
Nathan laughed. "No, I didn't need the money. My parents have got
money, I just took stuff for the fun of it. I played with it or gave it to
my friends. Some of it I just threw away."
This was foreign to Tony. He had stolen things he needed or could easily
sell, but never for the sport of stealing. Somehow, it gave him a bad
feeling.
"If your parents were rich why didn't you just ask them for the
money and buy stuff?"
Nathan gave him a puzzled look. "That's no fun." Seeing that the
conversation was going in the wrong direction Nathan asked again. "Here we
are and I'm horny. What do you want to do?"
Recalling the reason for their being here, Tony said. "I never saw
anybody with white hair on their dick and ass. Lemme see you again."
Pleased to see that the conversation was back on track, Nathan
quickly dropped his pants. "Let's get naked."
Tony stripped and the boys began to fondle and examine each other. They
both appreciated the contrast in their young bodies. Tony was brown with
black pubes and an uncut cock that stood up flat against his belly now that
he was erect. Nathan was a little taller with very fair skin, light blonde
pubic hair, and a somewhat larger cut cock standing rigidly at a steep
angle. Both were slender and very fit. Each liked what they saw.
Nathan dropped to his knees and began to suck Tony's dick. He liked the
feel of the uncircumcised cock in his mouth. The loose skin felt soft and
Tony's modest size made it fit easily in his throat. He played with the
soft brown testicles and rubbed his nose in the straight black pubic hair.
Tony responded with a low moan.
After a few minutes Nathan leaned back and said. "I really like
your dick. You got a really nice one." He stood and Tony knelt in front of
him to return the favor.
Tony sucked on Nathan's cock with his eyes open. He found the boy's pubic
hair interesting. Unlike his own, Nathan's furry patch was a light yellow
color. Not white perhaps, a little darker than the hair on his head which
had been bleached almost white from the sun. It had a coarser texture than
his own fine black pubes. It was not curly exactly, but wound around
itself in a thick patch. He liked the way it felt against his face when he
managed to get Nathan's cock all the way into his throat.
"Oh God, that feels so good." Nathan sighed with his hands on
Tony's head.
Tony's fingers were playing with the hole behind his friend's balls. Even
his nuts were covered with a soft brush of blonde hair that felt nice
against Tony's hand.
"I want to fuck you." Tony said abruptly and he stood. Nathan
went to his hands and knees without a word. This is what he had wanted
when they began.
Tony wet himself and Nathan's hole with slobber then knelt behind him,
probing and rubbing the end of his cock on the pink opening. He began to
push his slim brown dick in between the blonde fans of hair on each side of
Nathan's asshole. There was a sudden burst of pleasure and he popped
inside.
"Ah! That's it." Nathan cried and put his head down on his hands.
Tony pushed himself all the way in and began to take long steady strokes
accompanied by Nathan's moans of pleasure.
"You like that?" Tony asked.
"Yes, oh yes. That feels so good." Nathan answered, his voice
shaking in time with Tony's thrusts. The stroking increased in speed until
it became a pounding. The slap of flesh against flesh growing louder.
Tony's mind was free of doubt now. This was the most important thing in
the world, the thing that he liked best, the thing that he was compelled to
do no matter what. He fucked Nathan's ass with abandon. The response from
his friend was a series of satisfied grunts.
Another few minutes and the time had come for release. Tony pulled out and
immediately sprayed Nathan's back with long white strings of semen,
stroking himself furiously until the spasms passed. He sat back on his
heels and gasped for breath.
"Damn! That was good. You got a really fine ass, man."
Nathan flipped over on his back and spread his legs. "Jack me
off!" He insisted.
Tony grasped his friend's cock and began to stroke him quickly, using the
cum on his hands as a kind of lubricant. In moments Nathan shot over
himself, long spurts hitting his neck, then chest, then stomach, then into
his light pubic hair. His balls drew up tight against the base of his dick
as he reached his climax. Nathan was coated with semen on both sides now.
Tony looked down at him and laughed. "You got covered up, man."
He wiped the cum around with his hand.
Nathan looked down at himself. "No shit. Hand me something to
clean up with."
Tony picked up a hand towel used to wipe off the chalkboards and tossed it
to him. Nathan wiped his front off as best he could then handed it to Tony
who wiped his back. He started to replace the towel on the chalkboard tray
then thought better of it and shoved it into the trash can.
"We better get out of here." Tony pulled on his clothes and they
both dressed quickly and slipped out of the room.
They stopped at the bathroom just long enough to pee and wash the cum from
their hands, then Nathan went back to the TV lounge and Tony to the room
where his friends were playing cards. They were still at it.
"Hey Tony, where have you been? Me and Jermaine are winning!"
Bobby called to him.
Jermaine laughed. "Your little buddy is a quick study. We are
doing pretty good." Bobby was clearly delighted.
Danny and Arlo were gracious in defeat. "The game isn't over."
Danny said. "But we are pretty far behind."
Sitting on the other lower bunk was Thomas. He nodded at Tony but
was not smiling. "I was looking for you."
Tony sat down next to him and pretended to be interested in the
card game. "What's the score?" He asked.
"It's 120 to 450. We play to 500." Bobby informed him. "Me and
Jermaine are ahead!"
"Cool." Tony replied without looking at Thomas. He could feel
Thomas looking at him but didn't want to talk to him, not right now anyway.
After another hand, the game concluded with Bobby and Jermaine triumphant.
"We won!" Bobby cried. "What are our prizes?"
"Yeah, you promised us prizes." Jermaine reminded Danny.
Danny grinned and pulled a brown paper bag out from under his bed.
"How about a dozen chocolate chip cookies?"
Bobby took the bag, helped himself to a cookie then handed the bag
to Jermaine, who took one then passed the bag to the others. "It's nice to
share, I guess." He said with a smile.
"We need revenge." Danny said. "Want to play another game?"
"Sure, but I need a bathroom break." Jermaine insisted.
The card players left for a pee leaving Tony alone in the room with Thomas.
After an awkward moment, Tony tried to explain. "I was looking for
you, man. Where were you?"
"I was watching the football game." Thomas told him.
"I looked in there but didn't see you."
Thomas answered sullenly. "I went to the bathroom. I came back in
as you were walking out with Nathan."
Tony kept his eyes on the floor. "Oh. Sorry, man."
"Where did you guys go?"
"Oh, you know. Just walking around."
"I went down to the classroom." Thomas told him.
Tony felt a chill. "Yeah?" He really didn't want to talk about
this.
"Yeah." Thomas waited a minute. "I thought we were special."
"We are special, man. Me and Nathan, you know, it just happened."
Tony felt defensive. "Hey, we messed around with Nathan the other day. I
didn't think you would care."
"That was different." Thomas said. "We were together. What if I
took Nathan to the classroom and fucked his ass, how would you like that?"
Tony shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." He said helplessly.
"I guess you can do what you like."
For the first time Tony actually looked at Thomas and saw that he
had tears in his eyes. "Hey, I'm sorry man. I just, I don't know. I
didn't mean to hurt you, I was looking for you really, but...."
Thomas looked down and sighed. "Don't worry about it." He stood
to leave. "See you later."
Tony felt bad. He had never made a real commitment of any kind to another
person and this was unfamiliar territory for him. He was very confused and
had no one to talk to about his feelings. Life was becoming even more
complicated than he realized.
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It was January second and life was returning to normal. The long eventful
holiday vacation had passed and the routine of school had resumed. Alice
drove Joseph to school, I rode my bike, we met briefly, first at the
flagpole and later at his house. The time for being constantly together
had passed and we would see each other less often now.
We did not meet on Friday because Joseph had an appointment with his family
attorney. He and Jack wanted to talk about Pablo and his divided brothers.
On Saturday morning I rode over to Joseph's on my bike and we made
ourselves comfortable on the sofa in his bedroom.
"How did it go with the attorney?" I asked.
"It went well, I think. We outlined the situation and he seemed to
think he could be helpful."
"So what is going to happen?"
Joseph summarized. "Locating Carlos will be the easy part. While
the location of a foster child is not public information it should be
rather simple to obtain on behalf of his older brother."
"What about Tony?"
"The attorney will have to look into the circumstances of his
arrest. It might be that he could be transferred to a foster home, but it
is probably in his best interests to stay put. The Tulsa Boys Home has a
number of resources that he would not have in a foster home."
"I really feel bad for Tony." I admitted. "I think he is a pretty
good guy. I didn't realize it at the time I knew him, but he has had a
really shitty deal. I never really told you about that."
"And I told you I didn't need to know." Joseph smiled.
"And what about their immigration status?" I wondered.
Joseph smiled. "I had assumed that would be the thorniest problem,
but perhaps not. Since they were brought here unwillingly by their father
and have no recourse to parents or known relatives, they might qualify as
what he called a hardship case. Again, he will have to do some legal work
and get back to us, but it might not be as hopeless as we first thought.
It helps that Pablo has shown himself to be a good student and a
responsible person. There are things that can be worked out."
I was rather amazed. "Sounds like he is a good lawyer. Was Jack
there?"
"Oh yes, Jack will be an important part of this process. He will
be rather like the anchor." Joseph explained.
"How is that?" I asked
"Jack is a natural born American citizen, and of majority age, that
is, an adult. He also has a clean record, no arrests, no incarcerations, a
model citizen as it were." Joseph elaborated. "It might be that Jack can
sponsor Pablo and his brothers while they work through the immigration
process."
"Wow, that would be cool. Is Jack willing to to that?" I asked.
"Jack was emphatic in saying that he would do whatever was
necessary." Joseph nodded. "He is a generous person, and of course we know
that he and Pablo have a special relationship."
Joseph continued. "It seems that the only real problem with their
immigration status is Tony's involvement with the law. He was arrested for
prostitution as you know." I nodded. "But he was very young, and a victim
of his father whose illegal activities are a matter of record. It might
depend on how he has conducted himself while at the boys home."
I was overfilled with information. "You and the attorney had quite
a session, but it sounds like you speak his language. Do you understand
everything you have just told me?"
Joseph smiled modestly. "Yes, I do."
"Then if everything turns out like you think, this is all good
news, right?"
"Well I hope so. He is an excellent attorney." Joseph agreed.
I was puzzled about one thing. "I don't know much about legal
stuff, but don't lawyers charge a lot of money? I mean, who is going to
pay for this?"
Another smile from Joseph. "He is on retainer by my father. That
means he is paid a set fee to be on call and provide advice. This was an
information and advice session. Legal work to follow up will be billed to
my father, who might complain, but will pay for it."
I had to smile and shake my head. "You have this all worked out,
don't you?"
Joseph shrugged. "If my career in music doesn't develop as
expected, I imagine I will go into law."
I was fully convinced that Joseph was capable of doing anything.
"So what happens next?"
"With the brothers? I suppose it is wait and see. But I think
that once the legal wheels begin to roll, our attorney will push things
along rather quickly. Of course you know that Father is a surgeon.
Surgery is a profession prone to litigation and he has an excellent
attorney." Joseph had a confident smile.
"So how is your mother? Anything new with that?" I asked with
concern.
The smile faded. "I don't think that is going as well as we might
have hoped. The last time my father talked with me it seems that she was
rather resentful of being in a rehabilitation facility. She will be at her
halfway point this weekend and I am to accompany Father for a visit. I may
know more after Sunday."
"Good luck with that. But isn't her alternative to rehab a trip to
prison?" I hated to say that out loud.
Joseph looked down and nodded. "Yes, that's true. I think she
knows that but has difficulty accepting it. Perhaps her mind is not
working clearly."
My next question was harder. "So how is your dad? What's going on
with him?"
Now Joseph's face clouded over. "It is difficult to say, Nicky."
"Hard to say, or hard to talk about?" I interpreted.
Joseph closed his eyes and tried to keep his face impassive, then
replied carefully. "You know me too well, Nicky. I can't keep anything
from you, can I?"
I hesitated then said. "Well, we both noticed that his car hasn't
been here over the holidays."
Joseph sighed. "I wanted to think that he was at his office, or
the hospital, but when that is the case he notifies Alice. I asked about
him and she gave me a non-answer."
"What's a non-answer?"
"It means if she knows something she doesn't want to tell, she
becomes evasive." He explained.
I was confused by this. "What's the deal then?"
Joseph gave me a wistful smile. "Your parents are such nice people
that you might find it hard to understand, but not all parents are faithful
to each other."
"Do you mean they are screwing around on each other?" He was
right, I didn't quite understand.
Joseph leaned back on the sofa and tried to explain. "Mother drank
for a long time. I wasn't suppose to be aware when I was younger, but of
course I did notice, I just didn't say anything."
"At that time my parents socialized a lot. Apparently, part of
building a medical practice is entertaining certain important people. They
served drinks, although not many drank heavily. It seems that mother drank
more than her share, and became rather affectionate towards certain men.
And it seems that several of them returned her affection at one time or
another."
"Did your father know?" I asked.
Joseph shrugged. "How could he not? I'm not sure what he knew or
when he knew it. I only figured this out over a period of time. No one
has told me the story. You are the first person I have ever discussed this
with, Nicky." I took his hand and encouraged him to continue.
"I suppose I first took note of this when I was about eight. I
could hear them quarreling at night, and Mother appeared to drink more
often. It was not uncommon for Father to be away from the house because of
his practice. I was very young, I didn't know what either of them did."
"So this has been going on a long time?" I guessed.
"I would assume so." Joseph shrugged. "Mother drank, Father was
away, I kept my mouth shut, stayed out of the way and practiced my music.
As time went by, either because Father's practice became established or
because of Mother's infidelity, the socializing became minimal. Then
Mother started to drink alone. She almost always had a glass of wine in
her hand. Father was home less often. He said he was very busy and I
believed him. I suppose he was, he is an excellent doctor." He shrugged
again.
"Go on." I encouraged him.
"I suppose you know the rest. Life went on like a glass with
little cracks running through it. We try not to notice until one day it
shatters. Mother was arrested and sentenced to the rehab facility. I
think Father saw that as justification, and I believe it has all come
apart." He was struggling with tears.
I leaned against his shoulder and held his hand. "I'm sorry
Joseph."
Joseph spoke with a choking voice. "It is like watching someone
who has been ill for a long time finally die. You know it is going to
happen but you keep hoping things will get better."
I turned and put my arms around Joseph and tried to comfort him.
He was trying not to sob. "I knew this would happen eventually, but it's
hard Nicky, now that it has come, it is really hard."
"Maybe when your mom gets home things will be better. I mean, if
she quits drinking things might be OK." I suggested.
I sat there with my head on his chest for several minutes. "I
don't know what to say. This is sort of off the scale for me. But I feel
really bad for you. I don't know, maybe I should feel bad for your mom too,
but I just care about you."
Joseph didn't speak, but after a moment I felt water dripping on my face.
I looked up to see his tears falling down. We simply held each other until
his crying stopped. Nothing was said. It seemed there was nothing to say.
Finally Joseph stood up and pushed me away. "I'm sorry Nicky.
Eventually our bladders call the shots." He walked into the bathroom and I
heard him empty himself into the toilet, then flush.
He
sat back down and I tried to hold him again, putting the palm of my hand on
his fly. "Can I do anything to make you feel better?" I asked.
He kissed the top of my head and patted my shoulders. "I never
thought I would refuse you Nicky, but this just doesn't seem like the right
time for anything joyful."
"That's OK. I just want to be here for you." I told him.
Joseph sighed. "Poor Nicky. You must get tired of consoling me
for one thing or another. When do I get to be there for you?"
"All the time, you are there for me whenever we are together." I
insisted, and meant it sincerely. "I just want you to be happy. You
deserve to be happy, Joseph. You are a wonderful person and I love you."
Joseph thought for a moment. "You know, Nicky. I think the
happiest I have ever been was the week I stayed with your family over
Christmas. I was with the dearest person I have ever known, surrounded by
a loving family almost my own, and at peace with myself. How do you endure
such happiness?"
"I don't know. I sort of take it for granted I guess."
"You shouldn't take it for granted Nicky. It is not a common
thing. I think it is very rare indeed."
We sat there for a time, then went downstairs to be greeted and fed by
Alice. This was what had become normal for us. We ate, talked for awhile,
then Joseph worked on his music while I listened and napped in the wing
back chair. After several hours of work he was finished and we went up to
his bedroom and made love to each other on his wide bed, the curtains
pulled back from the long windows that looked over his balcony into the big
trees that now stood bare.
I knew not to ask to stay over as Dad had already told me he wanted
me home this weekend. We said our goodbyes before I walked down the stairs
to retrieve my bicycle and ride home. "I'm sorry, Joseph. I just know all
this will all work out for you."
"Yes, of course. Things always work out." He assured me. Then we
hugged each other tightly.
"Will I see you at church tomorrow?" I asked.
"I think not. We will be leaving for Valley of Hope before church
is over. Father doesn't usually attend, as you know."
"Will I talk to you after you get back?"
"I really don't know." He admitted. "It depends on what time we
get back, and what Father wants to do. I am hoping he will talk to me. I
desperately want him to talk to me."
I nodded my understanding and went out to ride home. It was dusk now and
the air was cold. I put my bike in the shed and walked into my apartment
to be with my family: my mother, father and brother. Joseph was right. I
must never take this family for granted.
I skipped church the next morning for the first time in many weeks. I knew
Joseph would not be there and for some reason I just wanted to be quiet.
Kevin trudged over to First Methodist for his usual Sunday School class and
Dad read the paper while mother read a magazine. I figured this was what
happened every Sunday after I had gone to Trinity to sing in the choir with
Joseph. It was a nice routine.
I wondered sometimes why Mom and Dad didn't go to church somewhere. They
would show up if Kevin or I were involved in something, but were not
regular attenders themselves. Certainly they had no negative feelings
about church or religion in general, it was just their day of rest, I
supposed.
During the afternoon when I knew Joseph would be visiting his mother, I
laid in my bed and thought about him, about his mother and father. I
thought hard about how things might work out for them, how they could
reconcile and become a family again. Surely there had been times when they
were close and loved each other. I wondered if this were praying. When
you think about something and hope really hard for it to turn out right, is
this praying? After awhile I fell asleep until Mom called me for dinner.
The next day at school I hurried to the flagpole to wait for
Joseph. He walked out a few minutes later and appeared pleased to see me.
"Hey Joseph."
"Hey Nick." We exchanged our usual greeting.
"Can I come by your house today?" I asked.
"Oh please do." He looked at the curb where Alice was waiting. "I
will see you there."
Upstairs in his room I waited to hear about the visit with his
mother. "How did it go?"
"Rather anticlimactic actually. We were all very polite."
"Was she glad to see you?" I asked, wondering if this was an
appropriate question.
"Yes, I think so. She was rather subdued. I wondered if they
might have her on a sedative." He admitted.
"Well, did she say anything? Was she still resentful, or what?"
"To be honest, she really didn't say much of anything. Just a few
platitudes. We were only there about fifteen minutes." Joseph told me.
"Did you get a feel for what she was thinking? I mean does she
want to change, to stop drinking?"
"I thought she was numb." He said. "I didn't get a sense that she
was thinking at all. I admit I didn't expect that."
It was hard to know how to react to that. "Did you talk to your
father?"
Joseph nodded rather solemnly. "Yes, I did that."
"So...." I pulled on him a little.
"He said almost nothing on the way over to Cushing, and he had very
little to say to Mother although granted, she was not very responsive. We
started back in silence but I wanted him to talk to me. I asked him what
was going to happen when Mother came home."
"What did he say?"
"At first he brushed me off. Then I asked him if they were going
to stay together. He pretended not to understand so I asked him outright
if he planned to divorce Mother, and stared at him until he answered."
Joseph paused. "He sat there as if he had not heard me then
finally said, 'Yes, I suppose so'. Nicky, he showed no emotion at all, no
anger, no remorse, just almost a shrug. They have been married 35 years,
how can he shrug that off?"
I wondered what to say. How could I help Joseph understand
something that was so bewildering to me? "Maybe it has been dead to him
for a long time."
Joseph turned away and looked out the windows. "Yes, I suppose
that is true. I only just recognized that their marriage has died. I
suppose they have known that for some time." After a minute he said. "Her
drinking, the infidelity, perhaps these were symptoms of how unhappy they
have been for a long time. I was just blind to it."
"They must have been happy at one time, when they were first
married." I suggested.
"Yes, surely they were. I have two older sisters I don't think you
have ever met. There are ten years between myself and the younger sister.
I think my parents had planned to travel and enjoy themselves and were not
expecting to have to raise another child. They would certainly have had a
different life if I had not been born."
"Don't say that. You aren't to blame for your parent's problems."
"Well, I don't suppose I am personally at fault, but it is true.
They might have had a better life without me." He looked very dejected.
"I know my life is better because of you." I told him. "I wish I
could do something."
"I'm sorry. I am just depressed. It is childish to think that
way." He said. "I have a good life and you make it better."
Joseph leaned his head back and appeared to have gained some
control over his emotions. "I should tell you what I know. I had a long
talk with Alice last night. I think she is the only sane person in the
house."
He paused. "Alice is not one to tell tales. I had to press her
very hard to get her to tell me what she knows." He chuckled sadly. "It
seems Alice knows everything, at least in this house."
"What did she tell you?" I asked.
He took a deep breath then began. "My father has had a lover for a
long time, a nurse in his office. Perhaps he took a lover because my
mother drank, or she drank because he had a lover, I don't know. Perhaps
the two things are independent of each other, sometimes these things
happen. In any case, Mother's being sent to the rehab facility was the
catalyst he needed to make his decision. Once she is home he will offer
her a divorce with a generous settlement."
"How will that work out?"
"According to Alice, and she probably has this correct, Mother will
get the house and furniture and Father will get his freedom. He has plenty
of money -- investments, some property from his family, he is very secure.
I suppose there is enough to go around."
"So you will stay here with your mom?" I asked.
"Yes, I suppose so. My father has had a little apartment near the
hospital for a long time but I have only seen it a few times. I will stay
here." He gave a grim chuckle. "I will stay with my piano."
I sat and held his hand until it began to grow dark outside. "I
have to go Joseph. Please don't be so sad."
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, then he waved his hands
in resignation.
I wanted to say something but wasn't sure what to say. "Yesterday
afternoon while you were visiting your mom, I was thinking about you." I
told him. "I was wishing really hard that things would turn out good for
you. I'm not sure how it works, but do you think that qualifies as
praying?"
Joseph gave me a teary smile. "I am no expert on prayer." He
said. "But I think that would qualify. Thank you Nicky."
He walked me down to where I had parked my bike and kissed me goodbye. I
wished good things for him all the way home.
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