10th Ki Ladki Ki Chut Mari
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Sunday Morning I got up and got dressed before eight o'clock. When I came downstairs, Gerta was in the kitchen and Hans was working on changing the outlet in the garage. I went out back to see Hans. He was already finished putting in the new outlet, and had replaced the fuse with one that was for the correct amperage. He went and turned on the main power switch and the lights came on and stayed on. After about ten minutes, he went and put his hand on the outlet box, feeling to see if it had gotten warm or not. He smiled, and told me it was as good as new.
We turned off the lights in the garage, then he and I drove into Ridgeline to get the condoms, and the snacks and magazines for Jerry. I found the snacks, getting most of what Jerry had asked for, and Hans bought the condoms and the Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I saw him buy a half pint of Smirnoff vodka too. I had told him about Terry's request, but I'd also told Hans I wasn't planning to buy any booze for Terry. Outside the store, Hans handed me his purchases.
"I told you I wasn't going to get him the vodka."
"Better to give him a little, Kenny. Half a pint isn't too much for a boy your age."
"It isn't for me, Hans. I already told you that."
"Kenny, you're a good boy. I don't mind helping you. If it isn't for you, that's okay too. Half a pint isn't too much. It will make that other boy feel in your debt, and that is a good thing too. Make sure you tell him not to get caught with it."
When we got back to the house, I packed the condoms and the half pint in my dresser in the closet and put the magazines and snacks on the stand near the door. I was downstairs having breakfast at nine thirty, when Mrs. Parsons came into the kitchen and ordered breakfast for her and Mr. Parsons. I took my plate and milk and brought it out to the dining room to eat with them. Since Mr. Parsons just wanted cereal and coffee, Gerta brought it out to him first. Mrs. Parsons had asked for a small cheese and mushroom omelet, and it had sounded good, so I asked her to make it not so small and I'd have some too.
Mr. Parsons had moved down closer to where Mrs. Parsons and I were sitting. He fixed his cereal, and then he told me about a change in plans. Instead of playing golf in the morning, all three of us were going to drive over to look at the parcel of land that Mrs. Parsons wanted to use for the golf academy. After we were done, we'd go have lunch, then play, when the course wouldn't be so crowded.
"Can Hans drive us? He was interested when I told him about the golf course idea. He might have some good ideas, and I bet he'd like it if we included him."
"Kenny, I'm sure Hans has other things he'd like to do on a Sunday. Today is supposed to be a day of rest for him." Mrs. Parsons looked at Mr. Parsons as she spoke.
"He was interested. He told me how he used to build things in the backyard when you were younger. He asked me how big it was going to be. He wanted to build it for you and save you some money. I think he'd really like it if you included him. I know I like it that you included me."
"Bertie, we can ask him. Let him know he isn't under any obligation to do it, not if he has something else he'd rather to attend to. If you'd prefer, I'll invite him." Mrs. Parsons nodded that she'd prefer that, and Mr. Parsons got up and left the dining room towards the kitchen. He was back in five minutes, telling Mrs. Parsons that Hans wanted to come with us. "Is the parcel you're thinking of the Geltz farm? Hans wondered if that was what you were planning to use."
"I don't know who used to own it. Daddy had it when he passed away. Bunny kept another piece in town and gave me this one. He always liked owning land in town, you know that. This land is over on the other side of town, near the big water tanks. There isn't much else that's near it. There's a mile of frontage on the road, and then it goes three quarters of a mile back on one side, and half a mile on the other. It was a whole section at one time, but by the time daddy bought it, a quarter section, and then half of another quarter section, had already been split off and sold by whoever had it. That's why it's only four hundred acres now. There's a nice creek that runs through a big portion of the property. It isn't deep, but it's still a year round source of water. There are trees all along both sides of the creek. It's very pretty, I think."
After breakfast, Hans took us out there in the limo. As soon as Mrs. Parsons described where the land was, Hans started shaking his head, and said it was the Geltz farm. He laughed when he said it.
"What is so amusing? You don't think it's a suitable place for a golf course?"
"No. It is funny because me and Gerta, we own that eighty acres where the burned out farmhouse stood. We bought it from Geltz before your papa bought the rest. That other piece Geltz sold, I know the man who bought it. Another German, Heinz Kleinschmidt, from Bolling. If you are going to develop this land, maybe I give him a call and offer to take it off his hands? Heinz has been trying to get me to buy it for twenty years, maybe more. This land would get more valuable if you built out there on your part. Last night, I told Gerta it was probably the Geltz farm you were thinking about doing this golf course at. That land has been sitting for almost thirty years."
"How much is Mr. Kleinschmidt asking for his land?" Mrs. Parsons was trying to ask her question casually, like she was only a little bit interested. Hans smiled, and just looked at her. "I'm asking because if it is more than you can comfortably afford, perhaps we could assist you?"
"He wants one hundred thousand dollars, but I have enough with the terms he is offering. With Heinz, you have to be careful. If he suspects I want to buy the land, he'll raise the price. I'll go over and see him next week at his delicatessen. Gerta wants some brats and salami anyway. If he brings it up again, I'll offer to sell him mine for fifty thousand, like I always do. I'll try to get him to come down to ninety thousand by offering him half the money down. Before, he wanted twenty five per cent down. For fifty per cent down, he might come down to ninety thousand. If he does, I'll buy it for ninety thousand dollars."
"Hans, why would you want to buy that land?"
"Because it will be worth much more if you decide to go ahead and develop your land. Even if I did nothing with that land, it's value will go up because of what you will be doing nearby." Hans smiled, and opened the door for us to get into the limo. After we were in, he closed our door and went around to the driver's door.
"Bertie, don't you find it unusual to be discussing land purchases with our servants?"
"Unusual? Yes, I suppose it is unusual. I really don't think of Hans and Gerta as servants though. They've lived with us ever since I was a little girl. They are more like an aunt and uncle to me. Bunny drew up a will for them, this was at least fifteen years ago. He told me that I was to be the executrix of their estate. At Hans and Gerta's request, he gave me a copy of their will to safeguard for them. I found out that they each left everything to the other, and, with the passing of the survivor, I was the only named beneficiary for each of them. That struck me as unusual, so I asked him some questions about it. When I asked him if there was enough there to bother with them even writing out a will, he laughed, then asked me if half a million dollars was worth bothering with. Their having so much amazed me. When you think about it though, they have no real expenses, so everything they make is available for savings or investments."
"I find this a little astonishing Bertie. I had no idea. Fifteen years ago, you say? They're probably worth more than a million by now, which I find incredible. Kenny, thank you for suggesting that we bring Hans with us. Now I know who to hit up for a loan if I should ever need one."
When we got to the place where the land was, Hans knew a lot more about it than Mrs. Parsons did. He pointed out the tree line as it curved around and cut back towards the back end of the property. He knew quite a lot about the creek and about where the irrigation wells were on the property. After he showed us the back end of the land, he turned the limo around and took us back about half a mile or more. He stopped the car and opened the back door to let us get out. We walked for about two tenths of a mile, before we came to a two or three acre pond. Hans pointed to the pond, and to the area right behind it, as the place to put up any buildings.
When I looked at the land, all I saw was flat land with some trees. The golf course at the country club was pretty, and it wasn't as flat looking at the land we were standing on. I liked the water being there, but it didn't look anything like a golf course. For one thing, the ground was patchy, and there were signs of small animals all around where the pond was. Rabbits and some squirrels primarily, but there were gopher holes around as well.
"Bertie, you need to order up some aerial views of the land. You'll be able to see things a lot better that way. It's only a few hundred dollars, and it will save you a lot of trudging all over to point out where everything should go. If you'd like, I can commission someone to come down and take the necessary photos. There's a company in Topeka that I know about. They should be able to handle something like this easily and quickly."
We stopped off at the Ridgeline Diner for their Sunday Fish Fry. I'd never been there before, but I really liked the fish and all the different sauces they had to dip them into. Hans came into the diner with us, but he sat at a different table. I thought this was pretty strange because we were sitting in a booth, and had more than enough room for him to sit with us. Mr. and Mrs. Parsons started talking about costs and income projections. At first, I thought he was going to spoil everything when he corrected her in all of the assumptions she was making. She said that she thought a million dollars should cover the cost of building two championship golf courses, and four separate practice ranges. Mr. Parsons estimated it would cost five million, at least. She thought they could build a lodge big enough to house two hundred guests for three million dollars, he said it would cost from eight to ten million, depending on whether they put in a bar and a restaurant or not.
When they started discussing the income they expected, they reversed sides again, with Mrs. Parsons estimating too high and Mr. Parsons projecting too low. I could see that Mrs. Parsons started thinking that Mr. Parsons was just trying to discourage her.
"Thomas, if you don't believe this will be a success, just tell me, and I'll have Bunny look it over."
"Bertie, it isn't that I don't believe in your idea, I'm just trying to be realistic about profits and cash flow, when compared to costs and expenses. For you to assume full occupancy and full capacity students right away, that's simply unrealistic. Suppose we each put in ten million? If it turns out it costs us less, all well and good. If we wind up spending more, we'll need to adjust my equity position downward, because I won't be in a position to meet any additional cash assessments. Any money left from the original capitalization we use for advertising and operating expenses until we reach break even."
"You would put up ten million?"
"Yes."
"Because you believe in my idea?"
"No, because you believe in it, Bertie. I'll help with the things I can provide good counsel or experience for. The golfing portion of the project will be all on you. What about Bunny? He could be an immense help to us. He has the legal expertise, and no one is sharper on vetting contracts than he is."
"I've thought of Bunny too. We should speak with him about it, but as an adviser, not an investor. You are firm in making this offer to me?"
"I can deposit the funds for immediate escrow. Have Bunny draw up an agreement for us."
"This partnership will have nothing to do with our pending change in marital status?"
"Bertie, this is business. Just because one partnership is dissolving, there's no reason why we can't enter into another. This time it will be on equal footing. That isn't to say that I'm resigned to the notion that divorce is our best option. I'm not. I wish you'd look into some other solution. I enjoy being married to you."
"I could never forgive your tryst with Bea. I've thought about almost nothing but that for these past three months. I just can't forgive it. It was too large an affront for me to tolerate. It might not have been so unpardonable if it had taken place outside our home."
"I've already admitted to you that it was unforgivable. I've apologized to you repeatedly. I expect you to be angry with me for some time to come. I don't believe it necessarily has to mean the end of our marriage."
"This is what I can't understand. Why is our staying married important to you now? I could understand it if the company were still in the family, but it isn't. We've both agreed that you have what you started out trying to get. What more reason can you have to oppose our divorce?"
"We've fit well together for more than twenty years. Not in the romantic sense perhaps, but socially, and in most other ways."
"That isn't enough for me anymore, Thomas. It shouldn't have ever been enough. I talked myself into believing that you would come to love me someday. I know it wasn't part of our agreement, but it was part of my reason for marrying you in the first place."
"Bertie, I agree to making this partnership totally independent of whatever changes that occur in our marital status."
"You'll sign the divorce papers?"
"Reluctantly, but yes. If you're sure that is what you wish from me."
"It's too late for wishes, Thomas. I'm trying to look forward now, not backward. You and I will enter a business arrangement again. This time though, we'll both know it for exactly what it is."
"It wasn't always all business. You make it seem like we never had any fun together."
"We should leave if we're going to get in eighteen today." I spoke up because I was already worried, and starting to get restless about the direction their conversation was taking. Neither of them seemed to make it easy on the other. The longer they discussed their divorce, the likelier it was that their emotions would make them unable to agree on anything positive like the golf learning center. I knew I'd much rather be playing golf, than sitting there in the diner, listening to them going over the reasons for their divorce.
"Kenny's right, Bertie, it's too nice a day to be spent with the two of us arguing. Shall we go to the club and play some golf?" Mr. Parsons stood up and held his hand out for Mrs. Parsons to grab on to when she also stood up. We all went over to the small table where Hans was sitting, and I saw Mr. Parsons pick up the lunch check from Hans table. He took them both to the cashier and paid. Afterwards, he went back and put a two dollar tip at the small table, and a five dollar tip at our booth.
We got to the club before one o'clock and were second up behind a twosome made up of an older man that Mr. Parsons seemed to know, and a younger man, very probably his son, going by the similarities of their facial features. When we got ready to tee off, Mr. Parsons and I were at the white tees, and Mrs. Parsons was going to play from the red ladies tees.
"Kenny, do you want to do anything before we start?"
"No, that's okay, I went at the diner."
"I meant do you care to wager on the outcome of today's match?"
"I don't think so. You play a lot better than I do."
"Suppose I give you six strokes a side then? We could play a ten dollar Nassau perhaps, just to make it interesting."
"I don't know how to play a Nassau."
"It goes hole by hole. You get a one stroke advantage on the most difficult six holes on the front and the same on the back. Whoever wins the most holes on the front nine, the back nine, and the overall eighteen, will win ten dollars for each. The most you can lose is thirty dollars. Of course, you might win thirty dollars too."
"That's a lot of money, thirty dollars. Besides, I usually score a lot worse from the white tees. I'd do it if you let me play from the ladies tees."
"Yes, I'm sure you would. I'll give you eight strokes a side, Kenny, for the same bet."
"Kenny, if he gives you eight strokes a side, you should take his money." Mrs. Parsons was laughing, apparently deciding to be in a good mood again. "Thomas, I'll make a separate bet with you for a $50.00 Nassau, and I'll give you three strokes a side, and I'll cover Kenny's wager, at eight a side, for as much as you care to bet."
"Bertie, play from the white tees, and I'll play you even up, for a $100.00 Nassau, or we can all play from the red."
If we all play from the red, you'll still give Kenny the eight a side?"
"Yes. For how much?"
"One hundred dollar Nassau for each of us. No presses though."
Mr. Parsons stuck out his hand and they shook on it. It was all in good humor, or it seemed that way to me at the time. By the time we all got finished playing that afternoon, I felt like I'd been put through an emotional wringer. It wasn't the money either, it was the high level of concentration and determination that each of them showed. I made seven pars and six bogeys. Of the remaining five holes, four were double bogeys, and one was a quadruple bogey. My final score was an 89. Mrs. Parsons shot a 70, and Mr. Parsons made an 80. He had eleven pars, one birdy, five bogey's and one double bogey. Mrs. Parsons had three birdy's and one bogey. I won the front nine and the eighteen, but Mr. Parsons and I tied on the back nine. Mrs. Parsons won everything from Mr. Parsons on their wager. He was a good sport for just having lost five hundred dollars. He should have won too, except for his putting on the front nine. Four of his five bogeys and the double came on the front. He started the back nine with the birdy, and made par every other hole, except the eighteenth, when he missed a three foot par putt. He paid Mrs. Parsons all of the money, but she handed me two hundred dollars, just as soon as he paid her.
After dinner at the house, Mr. Parsons went into his study to pack up the papers he had brought home with him. It was almost eight o'clock. I was sitting in the living room all packed up with the things I was bringing with me to the school. I was waiting for Hans to finish doing something, then he was going to drive me back. Mrs. Parsons had gone upstairs to do something, but she hadn't told either of us goodbye, so I was expecting her to come back down again. When she did come down, she was dressed in her robe. Mr. Parsons came out of his study and put his briefcase over by some clothes he had packed from his room earlier. These were clothes he'd left behind earlier, which he was now taking with him.
"Bertie, I'll be leaving now. Thank you for inviting me over. Kenny, I'm glad you're settling in at the school. Let me know if you should need anything. Don't spend all that money either, because I'm planning on winning it back soon."
"Why don't you fix us both a drink, Thomas? We have some things we need to discuss after Kenny leaves." Hans picked that time to come out of the kitchen, ready to drive me back to the school. I saw Mr. Parsons smile, and then he went into the bar in the library. "Kenny, I hope you had a good visit? We both enjoyed having you here. I'm a little surprised that you seem to be developing this personal rapport with Mr. Parsons. Surprised, but in no way displeased. Somehow, my seeing that the two of you seem to like each other now, gives me some hope that change is possible."
"I really wish you would slow down on the idea of getting divorced. I think he is trying to change. Maybe he is finally learning to love you."
"I don't expect anything as dramatic as that. But, you're right about my not needing to hurry. It isn't as though I'm going to rush out to remarry anytime soon."
"Are you going to let him stay here tonight?"
"If it gets late, and if he's been drinking, I suppose I might. We're still married after all. It isn't like anyone would be talking about us if I did."
"No. Besides, it will give you more time to talk about the learning center idea."
"Yes. Very well Kenny. Give me a big hug and off to school you go. Shall I plan on you coming home next weekend?"
"Yes. Bea's leaving after that, and I wanted to tell her goodbye before she goes. Plus, I'd like us to play more golf. do you think Mr. Parsons would play us another Nassau like today? It was fun winning all that money from him." I saw Mr. Parsons coming out of the library, carrying two drinks. He was only ten feet behind Mrs. Parsons when I asked that question. He stopped moving to see what she'd answer.
"I think he'd want to adjust the handicaps if he agreed to play us again." I smiled, knowing that Mr. Parsons would probably agree to play her the same way any day, just like he had today. If he was willing to give me a million dollars to prevent her divorcing him, he'd probably be willing to lose that much to her as well. Even at five hundred dollars per round, it would take a long time to lose one million dollars.
"You're wrong about that, Bertie. If I can ever get my putter working even halfway decently, I'll make a fortune hustling the two of you. I should have won at least five of those holes I handed to you today. Kenny, he might prove a tougher nut to crack, because eight a side is too many to give to an improving golfer. Still, if you'll continue our wager, I'll continue his."
"We'll see, Thomas. Let me see how other matters resolve themselves. I'm not adverse to picking up some easy money out on the course. With the golf academy construction costs, especially if your estimate proves more correct than mine, I'll need a lot of income if I'm to avoid drawing down on my principle." Mrs. Parsons had turned so that she was facing her husband. as she reached out to take the drink he was offering her, I noticed that her robe came a little bit opened at the top. I couldn't see it, but it looked like Mr. Parsons was being given a little naughty peek at her breasts, at least the top of one of them. I didn't need to talk to Bea to know that this had been an intentional act on her part. As Hans and I walked out to Mrs. Parsons car, for the trip back to Clement Academy, I felt pretty certain that Mr. Parsons would be spending the night in his bedroom suite, and at least some part of it in Mrs. Parsons bedroom.
We were halfway to the school before I remembered that I hadn't phoned Brenda. By the time I got into my room and then back out to the hallway pay phone, it was eight thirty five. I dialed Brenda's number, and put in the first quarter. Richard answered the phone, and, after he recognized my voice, he pretended that no one was on the other end of the call. When he hung up, I put another quarter in and dialed again. This time he answered again, but he didn't try to pull the same trick on me. He called Brenda's name and then put the receiver down by banging it against wherever he decided to place it.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Your brother is a big jerk."
"Yes. What did he do? Was that you that called just a minute ago too?"
"Yes, and he pretended to not be able to hear me and hung up. It cost me a quarter. Tell him I don't appreciate him doing things like that."
"He won't care. It will just encourage him, if I let him know it bothered you."
"I really was happy to see you yesterday. I miss you right now."
"I thought you'd call me today, Kenny. I stayed home waiting for you to."
"We were out all day. Besides, I wanted to have a chance to talk to you before I go to bed."
"My dad is staying close to the phone right now."
"So you don't want to talk about anything personal?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Can he hear what you're saying?"
"Yes. I'm looking forward to that too."
"Did you like it when I licked your kitty?"
"Couldn't you tell?"
"I thought you did, but you never said."
"It surprised me, but I was sure you knew without me telling you."
"You tasted so good. I sure hope we can do that again, soon."
"Hold on, let me ask my dad." She put the phone away from her face then, and I heard her shout out at her father. "Daddy, can Kenny take me to the movies next weekend?"
"Over my dead body." Mr. Connor yelled that loud enough, I might have been able to hear it even without the phone. I heard Brenda giggling, and then she got back on the phone.
"I think he needs to think it over first, Kenny. Can I let you know later?"
"Ask him if I can come over to your house to see you then."
"I already know what he's going to say, but I'll ask him. Daddy, Kenny wants to know if he can come over here to see me?" I heard her gasp, and then yell out "Daddy! Give me that phone back."
"Kenny, this is Walt Connor. I'm not going to play games with you, boy. I really don't want you anywhere near my little girl. Do we have that straight now? You stay away from her. If you don't, there's going to be trouble."
"Mr. Connor, I really like Brenda."
"No shit? I guess you like her. You better get used to the idea of going out and finding someone else's daughter to like, because mine isn't available to you, and I don't care how much that ends up costing me. You got that? I don't care." Then, he hung up on me too. I didn't try to put more money in for another phone call.
I went back to the apartment, and then went into my bedroom to get everybody's stuff. I gave Terry his half pint and his change. At first, he started giving me a hard time about how little I got him, but, after I told him it was the best I could do, and I'd buy it back if he didn't want it, he thanked me for getting him any at all. Jerry promised to pay me for his stuff, right before grabbing it all from me and running into his room with it. Nigel was off somewhere visiting another apartment, so I kept his condoms in my room until he returned.
Nigel came in half an hour before lights out, and when I gave him his package along with the change, he thanked me profusely. Half an hour after lights out, I heard noises coming out of Terry's room, and that was when I found out that Nigel and Terry had something going on as far as a sex relationship. I admit it surprised me. I hadn't given it any thought, but if I had, I would have guessed Jerry and Nigel. Thursday night, that guess proved right also, because I heard the two of them in Jerry's room. I'm not sure why it didn't bother me more, but it just didn't. It wasn't any of my business, not as long as they didn't try to get me involved with any of that.
Friday, before I left to go home, five guys who weren't in my apartment asked me to bring things back for them. I turned all of them down, explaining I didn't want to end up being some kind of delivery boy for the school. Of course, all of them could get the legal things they wanted for themselves in Holton. They mostly wanted booze, cigarettes and marijuana from me. Jerry had a whole list of things he wanted me to get for him, but I refused him too. Part of the reason I refused was because he didn't have the money for these items either, and the rest of it was because he handed me this long list just as though he thought I had some obligation to do it for him.
Half an hour before Hans came to get me, Nigel gave me forty dollars and Jerry's list, asking me to get Jerry's stuff for him. He told me that Jerry's mother never sent him any spending money, even though she had plenty that she could have sent. Terry didn't ask me to bring him anything, and I didn't go up to him and ask. When he came in with my weekend pass, I saw that he had one for himself as well. He told me his 'aunt' was coming to pick him up for the weekend. I found out later that his 'aunt' was one of about fifty prostitutes his father had working for him. His father really did own a few dry cleaning stores, just like Terry said he did. He also had a few other businesses too. Over the next two years, Jerry got picked up by at least two dozen different 'aunts', and taken away for a weekend of carnal amusement.
Nigel and I became pretty good friends during that first month at Clement Academy. He always tried to make it seem like he was happy with his life, but even though he had a ready supply of people willing to have sex with him, he had almost no real friends. He was allowed to call his parents in New York only once a month, unless there was some emergency. I found out that Nigel had two younger brothers, and that his parents kept Nigel away from them for fear that he'd, somehow, corrupt them into experimenting with the gay lifestyle. In spite of this, Nigel worked hard in school, keeping his grades high, in some, totally unrealistic, hope that his parents would manage to find some miraculous acceptance of his sexual orientation, and then bring him back home to live with them again.
Several times I tried to get Nigel to ask his parents for permission to come home with me on weekends, but he would never do it. When I questioned him about his reasons, he'd never give me a serious answer. I think he was afraid to see an orphan accepted better than his own, real, parents treated him.
Back in Glasgow I was kept busy between working different hours at the restaurant and my school work. What time I had off I spent studying and still managed to keep up a correspondence with Emma. I could go dancing on the weekends, so getting dates was not a problem, keeping them was because of my busy schedule.In her letters Emma was still telling me about her supposed dreams, in which she would be explicit, and pressing me to tell her what excited me. "Did I love her Soosi more than her...
Lesbian... I told her that she could be friendlier to me. I was going to ask her if she knew any card games that we could play, but before I got a chance to ask her, she opened up her robe and she was naked underneath. "Is this friendly enough for you?" Except for me, none of the other boys at the orphanage were older than eleven or twelve. That was because most boys got adopted by someone eventually, and St. Cecelia's tried to take younger boys in to replace the ones that left. The younger you...
After I said good night to Mrs. Parsons, I returned to my bedroom and started putting my clothes away. The very first thing I did was gather up all of my old clothes and put them back in the garbage bag that I had brought with me. I hoped that I'd be able to send them back to the orphanage so that some other boys could get some use out of them. If not, I was sure that Mr. Chalmers would know what I should do with them. I was halfway done going through the boxes and putting my clothes away...
This time, Mrs. Parsons drove us out to the country club in her own personal car. It wasn't as big as the one that Hans had driven us in, but it was a nice car. She didn't speak to me at all on the drive over to the country club, and I was afraid to ask her if she was mad at me for what happened the night before. As soon as we got there, she took me down to where Mr. Chalmers had taken me. She didn't bring any golf clubs with her though. We went past where I'd stopped the first time, with...
That Friday night, a little after seven, Mr. Parsons came back home. Even though Mr. Chalmers and Mrs. Parsons had both assured me that Mr. Parsons was going to leave me alone, and, I'd been told to stay out of his way, right after dinner he asked me to join him in his study. I'd never been in this room before, since it was reserved only for Mr. Parsons. I was a little nervous when he led me into the study. It was a smallish room, maybe fifteen feet by fifteen feet, and one whole wall was...
Mr. Parsons came back home that Friday night. I saw him mostly at dinner time, because he was in his study most of the rest of the time. On Saturday, Mrs. Parsons and I went to the country club and played eighteen holes. I had a hundred and seven, but she shot a seventy three. We didn't stay at the club for lunch because we were going to have an early dinner with company coming over. I went into the kitchen when we returned, and Gerta took pity on me, making me a nice sandwich. We were...
I started playing tennis with Brenda the next Wednesday afternoon. I came in early for my golf lesson, then I played eighteen holes with Mrs. Parsons, before having a late lunch by myself, and was out on the tennis court before four o'clock. Mrs. Parsons didn't really encourage me to play tennis with Brenda, but she didn't tell me that I couldn't do it either. It was unusual for her to skip lunch with me, but I assumed she had something else she wanted to do. I didn't really care for...
Friday night came, and with it, Mr. Parsons. He sat down to dinner with us and that was supposed to be all I saw of him for the whole weekend. Mrs. Parsons made a comment that he was under enormous pressure because of the pending merger, and she told me not to bother him during his stay. As if I would seek him out for anything. I went up to my bedroom after dinner, and sat on my bed, listening to my radio, and thinking about my next idea for "accidentally" running into Brenda. It had been...
Brenda had asked me to phone her at seven, but Gerta informed me that we were sitting down to dinner at seven. I decided to try to phone her before dinner, but I still didn't have her phone number. I could either go in and disturb Mr. Parsons again, something I didn't want to do, or else wait and ask him at dinner if he'd get me her phone number. Gerta noticed me just standing there, trying to decide. "What? Why are you staring at nothing?" Gerta had a superstitious nature, believing in...
At ten o'clock I knocked on Mrs. Parsons door, wanting to tell her that I was leaving for my golf lesson. She didn't respond to me at all. I went downstairs, and found Hans in the kitchen with Gerta. I sat up front with Hans, in Mrs. Parsons car, for the trip over to the country club. I took my golf lesson, and we mostly worked on my mid irons. Dave kept trying to show me the difference between picking the ball cleanly from the rough, and hitting down on it from the fairway. I didn't get...
After I returned home, I checked in with Gerta to see whether Mrs. Parsons had eaten anything or not. She hadn't. According to Gerta, her last bite of food, or drink of any liquid refreshment, had been the evening before. When I came back out from the kitchen, Bea was scurrying away from the door separating the dining room from the kitchen. "Hi Bea, don't tell me you're still mad at me?" She continued moving away from me. "I guess you don't want to hear about what happened at the pool...
I went into the library, as soon as I got off of the phone with Brenda. I waited for Mrs. Parsons to come back downstairs like she had promised she would. My thoughts were centered not so much on the questions I wanted to ask her, but on the more general idea of me finding a way to fit in. I hadn't fit in very well at the orphanage. The sisters had told me many times that it was because I refused to make any attempt to. They were right. I hadn't wanted to fit in there. Here, it was an...
We left the pool area to go over to the club house restaurant. By the time I had gotten to the pool, Bea and Brenda had already befriended Carol, telling her that I had insisted on them inviting her to have lunch with us. Both Brenda and Bea had described me to Carol, Brenda telling her that I was the boy that had been here with her before, the time when Carol was standing in the pool and smiling over at me. Bea then told her that I was the boy she had teased by exposing herself to me. Carol...
Once again Mrs. Parsons was in a good mood when she came down for breakfast. She had me call over to Brenda's house to ask them if we could come by to pick them up on our way out to the country club. She told me to tell Mrs. Connor that they would be leaving after lunch and that Hans would return to pick Brenda and me up after we were done with our tennis practice. I called them, and spoke with Brenda for about half an hour. We didn't talk about kitty's, but there was an undercurrent to...
I was up a little before six thirty the next morning. I ate in the kitchen with Gerta and Hans, telling them a little bit about St. Cecelia's, and how my life had been when I still lived there. Gerta waited until I was finished telling them about it before asking me why I wanted to go back, even for a visit? I told her about Marie, sister Clara, and some of the kids that I had gotten along all right with. "I want to go back so I can tell them how lucky I am now. Not to make them feel bad...
The next day, Mrs. Parsons and I went to the country club in her car. After my lesson, we played nine holes and then had lunch together. I hadn't played that well, and I felt a little upset about Brenda's hanging up on me, and her refusal to take my call that morning. It was two thirty, so I changed and went to the pool. Brenda was there, sitting with four other kids that I'd seen around the pool before. I went over and said hello to her, asking her if she wanted to start practicing...
I got up earlier than usual to see Mrs. Parsons off on her trip to Chicago. She asked me several questions about my reconciliation with Brenda, seeming quite satisfied with my answers. She kissed me lightly on my lips when she gave me a hug goodbye. "After tonight, Kenny, the company will effectively be out of my family's hands for the first time ever. I'm going to hate signing everything away. It isn't the money that I wanted, it was knowing that all of the employees and their families...
After Bea left with Mr. Chalmers, Mrs. Parsons started coming downstairs again. On Thursday, she came to the country club with me, and we played eighteen holes. I shot an eighty seven. My putting was improving, and I had learned where to hit the ball to avoid big trouble areas on the course. Mrs. Parsons and I started talking more out on the golf course. There was no one behind us anyway, so we talked in the cart between shots. She started telling me about how happy her early childhood had...
It was almost eight o'clock before dinner was finished and I could go up to my room to call Brenda. Mrs. Parsons came downstairs when Hans, Gerta and I were about halfway through eating dinner in the kitchen. She was drunk and weeping, dressed in her robe, and obviously rumpled from too little rest. She sat with us through the remainder of dinner, but refused to eat anything. Gerta had to help her back up the stairs, and sit with her until she finally fell asleep. This was the first time I...
We picked up Brenda a little before ten, and it was already getting hot outside. Brenda seemed happy to see me, but she started right in about wanting us to practice together in the afternoon too. I didn't want to get into a big argument about it, so I said that we would wait and see how the morning practice went, and then decide. We practiced for a little over an hour before I stopped playing. Brenda wasn't ready to stop, arguing that a few more minutes wouldn't hurt either of us. I...
It was decided that I needed to keep away from the country club for at least two weeks. Part of this decision was to allow Mr. Chalmers to return before allowing me outside in public again, and part of it was that Mrs. Parsons wanted to try to help Mrs. Connor and Brenda to come to terms with my not being sent away to the orphanage. Mrs. Parsons waited until Wednesday before calling Mrs. Connor. She asked about Brenda, but then said her main reason for calling was to ask Mrs. Connor to join...
Mr. Parsons liked to drive fast. We were in his car, on our way out to the country club to get my clubs. I told him that I wanted to keep practicing so I wouldn't get too rusty. When we pulled up in front, he went in, telling me to stay in the car. Five minutes later, he came out with one of the employees who was carrying two sets of clubs. Mr. Parsons opened his trunk and the attendant put the clubs in there. I saw Mr. Parsons giving him some money, but I didn't know what denomination the...
On Monday, after Mr. Parsons went to work, Mrs. Parsons told me to get ready for my golf lesson. It hadn't been two weeks, but I didn't argue with her. We took the limousine, and Hans drove straight to Brenda's house. When we pulled up outside, Mrs. Connor, Brenda, and Richard all came out together. I got out and opened the door for them. Since Richard was carrying his mother's golf bag, I didn't offer to help. Even Hans stayed in the driver's seat, and just pushed the remote button to...
Hans drove me over to Holton the next morning. Mrs. Parsons came downstairs to sit with me at breakfast, and to see me safely off. She looked more natural than she had the night before, but still very tired and wan. I told her that I needed her to try to eat better and to regain her strength. She said that she had already checked with the school and cleared it with the administration for me to be picked up Friday after five P.M. It was school policy to try to be responsive to the wishes of...
On Friday, my last class got out at three o'clock, but I still had to wait for my weekend pass to be processed, and then brought over to our apartment by Terry. I was the only boy from the room that was leaving for the weekend. As such, I was being given lists of items to bring back with me on Sunday night. Nigel gave me a twenty dollar bill, and asked me to buy him some condoms. Jerry said he was broke, but gave me a list of snacks and magazines that he said he really needed. How could you...
Mr. Chalmers and Bea were sitting in the living room talking to Mr. Parsons when Mrs. Parsons and I got back from the club, at around six. All three of them had drinks in their hand. Dinner was at six thirty, Gerta told us, then she went and made a drink for Mrs. Parsons. I was glad to see Bea. I knew she was leaving the next day, and I wanted to have a chance to tell her goodbye before she left. "So, Kenny, how's that fancy school you're going to? Bunny says there are no girls allowed...
School dragged by slowly. Our teachers were very good. Too good, if you were used to going to a school where you were one of the smartest kids. In my classes, that was definitely not the case anymore. The teaching philosophy at Clement Academy was simple. Each teacher would push you as hard as he felt you were capable of absorbing information from him. It didn't help me that I never volunteered in the classroom either. At CA, they didn't ask for a show of hands to see if you wanted to...
Mrs. Parsons was feeling a lot better, but still, she wanted to wait until the next day to go to the country club with me. After Elena decided to take the job, she left on her motorcycle to get her belongings. She told me that she had a green '63 Ford pick up that she'd be moving her stuff with. After she left, I went into the kitchen to have something to eat. Gerta was happy about a few things. She was glad that Elena had accepted the job, and that Mrs. Parsons was doing well again. She...
Sunday, Mrs. Parsons was feeling good, and we went out and played eighteen holes of golf together. We teed off at ten thirty, and finished up at three o'clock. We were behind two other foursomes, and it was the foursome in front that was slowing everyone down. While we waited, I tried to keep Mrs. Parsons focused on her learning center idea, rather than on the slow pace we were able to play golf. After golf, I walked over to the pool area while Mrs. Parsons was in the pro shop talking with...
Mr. Chalmers helped me with my mother, moving her into her bedroom, Gerta followed close behind us. The three of us spent the next hour with her, Uncle Bunny (that's what he asked me to call him) telling mama how difficult it had been for the two of us to bring her back this time. I decided to ask her about the place she went to. "Did you want to come back to us?" She looked at me for a minute, and then closed her eyes before speaking. "Kenny, that is too hard for me to answer. Going...
Uncle Bunny joined us for golf Saturday morning. He refused to bet with Mr. Parsons because they couldn't agree on the number of strokes he needed to be given. Mr. Parsons offered him five strokes a side, but Uncle Bunny wanted a stroke per hole. When they finally gave up trying to make a money match, I offered Uncle Bunny two strokes a side for a ten dollar Nassau. When he found out that Mr. Parsons was giving me eight a side, he accepted my bet. My mother was a little off her game,...
By the time we drove back home, all the good feelings had been stripped away. I could see and feel the tension on Mama's face as we neared the house. I reached over to her, and placed my hand on her arm, trying to send her a signal of my love and support for her. "Kenny, I'm not sure I can do what we talked about. When it was just the two of us, everything seemed possible to do, but, now, I don't think I can face telling Thomas that I forgive him. I still have angry feelings about what...
We didn't stay up too late Friday night. Mama had two more drinks before we turned in. After saying goodnight to her, I went into my own room and got ready for bed. A lot had happened in a short time. I had been on an emotional roller coaster almost since the time my mother had picked me up and taken me to the club that afternoon. I was beginning to feel the strain of all of the changes that had been set in motion by the words spoken within our family. Earlier in the evening, although it...
I was back in school in the early part of January when my mother had another of her serious depression withdrawals. Everything had been going fine, one minute she was laughing and happy, and the next, she went up to her room and started the painful process of guilt and overwhelming sadness. It was like one of those long slides they had in the playground at the school I had gone to. Mama would go anywhere from two or three days, to two or three months, seemingly perfectly normal, then, for...
I got back to school just in time to be there for all of the drama of Nigel finding out that his whole family was going back to England, and that, they were planning on leaving him behind to finish out the school year. Nigel's father had been promoted, and was heading back to run the marketing department for the entire auto company. Naturally, this news was devastating to Nigel. He had felt rejected by his family before any of this happened, but hearing the news made it seem far worse. He...
In the library, Mama was having a highball before dinner, when Emily and I walked through the open doorway. We joined her, with Hans fixing each of us a lime tonic. It looked like a real drink, but it had no alcohol in it. "Emily, I knew your father in high school. My brother and I were in the class right in front of his. Tell him that Bertie Chalmers says hello, won't you? He wouldn't know me as a Parsons." "He does remember you, because I heard him talking about that with my mom. He...
We all teed off the next day from the white tees, even Mama. I was sure the extra yardage would have a big effect on her scoring, but it didn't seem to have any effect at all. She finished up at one over, beating Uncle Bunny, dad and I. I only won one hundred from dad and two hundred from Uncle Bunny. It hurt having to pay it all to Mama. I had shot an eighty seven, but it was a forty on the front and a forty seven on the back. The back nine score had caused me to tie my bet with Uncle Bunny...
I called Emily, but only after telling my mother and father that Brenda had agreed on Emily coming on the trip with us. I told her that we'd stop by her house to pick her up soon after one o'clock, when my father was scheduled to leave. When I came back downstairs, Mama told me that dad was waiting in his study to speak with me. I went there and knocked on his door. "Come in Kenny, and close the door. I wanted to speak with you about what happened this morning. I'm not sure what all of...
We spent the next two hours of our journey with Brenda and Emily covertly competing for my attention. Mama and Mrs. Connor were both drinking. They drank a whole bottle of champagne together, and then another bottle of some white wine they both seemed very happy with. After an hour, you could tell they had been drinking quite a bit. I had already given Brenda a little make up kiss, and then I had to give Emily one as well. It was after this that the whispering began. Brenda was the first to...
It was the week before our Spring break, Nigel tried to hang himself in his bedroom. It was on Tuesday night, after we were all in our bedrooms. I heard a loud thumping sound, followed by the light in my bedroom going off. The sound had come from Nigel's room, and when I opened my door to get some light, I discovered that all the lights in the building had been knocked out. We found Nigel slumped on the floor with torn sheets wrapped around his neck, and the lighting fixture pulled from his...
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