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From
the previous chapter:
“Eric
you can not have that boy tell Kathy Ryan that she’s got a big butt! It’s not the way to
handle this and her feelings will really be hurt. She and her mom and dad are my patients.”
I start
edging closer to him. “Well if her mom
is your patient you can tell where Kathy got that butt.”
“Eric that’s not the point and besides we’re working on that.
It takes time.” I know that he
wants to smile.
“I went
to school with her mother and it took her about thirty years of shoveling
Twinkies into her mouth.”
Pete
pushes off of the wall and puts his arms around me
pulling me close. This is more like it.
“Kathy
Ryan is only part of the problem and you and I both know it. This is something that Jase
is gonna have to learn to deal with.” He separates us enough to
lightly kiss me. “We have to deal
with this carefully.”
The Good Doctor
By Terry Audette
Chapter 33
“Rose,
where do you buy your clothes?” The
woman must be going through old trunks and pulling out her stuff from the
1930’s. She slid into the other side of
the booth while giving me a dirty look.
She
glared at me. “Saks! Why, what’s wrong with this?” She started to fumble in her purse for a
cigarette.
“You
can’t smoke in here.”
“I
thought that this was the smoking section.”
“No they
don’t have one anymore. They got tired
of hauling out the bodies. You really oughta quit ya know.”
“You can’t fucking smoke anywhere anymore!
Jesus, Eric, you used to be able to relax in a restaurant with a
cigarette before eating. You used to be
able to smoke everywhere!”
“Adolphe Menjou’s dead, Rose! The whole silver cigarette case and dry
Martini group has gone on to their reward.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I think
those folks at that table have Nicorette gum, maybe I
could get you a piece.”
“I’d
rather die! Why did you invite me to
lunch? You are paying aren’t
you? I mean it’d
be just like you to invite me to lunch and expect me to pay. And how the hell do you know about Adolphe Menjou?” God what an irritating
woman!
“Yes,
yes, I’m paying. Besides, when did I
ever stick you with a check?
She had
whipped out a compact and was checking her makeup. “I don’t remember but it just seems like it’d
be a very Eric thing to do.”
“Never,
Rose, besides you’re a good customer and a good friend
and I became painfully aware of Adolphe during
Janet’s old movie phase. It was the
longest year of my life.”
“Oh my god, Eric, good customer, good friend!
How unctuous! True
but unctuous. You must be in deep
shit. What’d
you do? It can’t
be too bad you’re still free and you don’t look damaged…at least not more than
usual. You can’t
be in trouble with Pete, that luscious stud is oddly blind to your faults and
if it were your mother you wouldn’t be walking around. Your father? Jase?”
“Jase.”
Rose’s
face froze. “Not possible! He adores you! What’d you do?”
“It’s
not just me, Rose. It’s
Pete and me, us together, two dads.
Kathy Ryan told Jase that it wasn’t right that he has two dads. That you’re supposed to have a mom and a
dad.”
Rose
looked at me blankly. “So?”
“So? Whadya mean so?”
“I mean,
who gives a fuck what Kathy Ryan thinks?”
“Well,
Rose, I’m sure that Jase does. Those are the kids that he
goes to school with. They’re important to him.
Pete thinks we should talk to the parents.”
“Did Jase say that the other kids were saying the same thing?”
“No but
you can assume that they are.”
Rose
crooked a finger at a waitress who was smart enough to
come right over. She said, “Hi, Hon,
we’ll both have a burger and fries and a couple of cups of hot black coffee.”
“Rose, I
don’t want……”
“Shut
up, Eric! Thanks Hon, rush it will ya?”
“Rose! I wanted a ham sandwich with chips.” She waved it away with her red lacquered nails.
“Just
eat the burger and shut up. Okay so you
don’t really know what the other kids think? Well, of course you don’t.” Rose snapped her purse shut and settle back
against the booth. “Unfortunately, Eric,
little girls start learning at a very early age what it takes to get the
attention that they feel they’re entitled to.
It may just be that Kathy’s got the
prepubescent hots for Jase
and that one way to get him to notice her is to make his life hell.
I was
dubious. “She coulda just said hello.”
She
smiled. “Oh if only it were that
simple. Anyway kids today aren’t as
nutty about the whole gay thing as they used to be and besides both you and
Pete are well known and he’s certainly admired.” The bitch! “And once you had that commitment ceremony
there can’t be anyone in this town that doesn’t know and no one seems to
care. At least no one has ever said
anything to me.”
“Well do
you think that Pete and I should talk to the parents? Would it do any good?”
“Let
Pete do the talking.”
“Thanks, Rose!”
She
sighed. “I think that that particular
type of confrontation could be a mistake.
For one thing I don’t believe, except perhaps
in a trivial irritation of the moment type of way, that the parents of these
kids believe that this matters. I simply
don’t believe that they’re out there poisoning their
kids minds and you run the risk of making too big a deal out of this. I would let Jase
handle it. If he can’t,
then act. Besides, didn’t you go to
school with Brad Ryan?”
“I went
to school with em both. Brad was your typical jock, playing football
and screwing. He went to work selling
Chevy’s when he graduated from high school.”
“Has he
ever said anything?”
“No. We always got along fine.”
Rose
smiled. “Gee…why doesn’t that surprise
me?”
“What’s
that suppose to mean, Rose?”
She
looked past me. “Thank god, our burgers
are coming.”
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Pete
walked in through the garage door and slid his briefcase into the closet. I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a
beer and Jase was in the family room watching the
tube. My mother was on him in an
instant.
“Ohhhhh, Pete! You’re
finally home!” She turned her head to
me. “He works! He’s been saving lives all day.” Needless to say, the
implication was that I had been fucking off all day and probably, in some way,
making the world worse. It didn’t matter; at least the microscope was turned on someone
else.
Pete’s
beautiful blue eyes got that “I’m trapped” look but she hustled him over to the
table and got him to sit down before he had a chance to make the “I gotta take
a shower” excuse. It’s
amazing that a big strong handsome talented respected guy like Pete becomes a
six year old in the right hands.
“Eric,
get Pete a beer.” He tried to say that he’d get his own beer but she had already slid a plate in
front of him. “Just a
little something. Eric! The beer!”
Geez
ma I can’t fly!
No, I didn’t say that I just got the beer.
“Pete,
this is Bruschetta.
You’ll love it.
It’s got anchovies.” She raised her eyebrows to indicate he was in for a
treat.
Pete’s
beautiful blue eyes looked up with something akin to panic. “Anchovies?”
She
patted his shoulder. “Sweetheart, you’ll
love them.”
He
glanced at me his mouth opened slightly and then he shut it. I figured this was time for
encouragement. I called for Jase.
“Jase! Comere, Son. Mom you got one of those for Jase?
Pete
started to offer us his but I held up my hand and smiled. “She’s got lots.”
Jase
came barreling into the kitchen and I pulled him up onto my lap. “Grandma’s got Bruschetta
for ya but this time she put anchovies on em.”
Jase
threw his arms into the air and yelled, “Yeah, anchovies!”
I smiled
at Pete and said, “He loves em.” Actually it was
toasted Italian bread that had been rubbed with garlic and doused with olive
oil and then chopped olives and tomato’s put on top along with anchovies. The anchovies were and adlib on the part of
mom. Everyone in our family loves em except for Pete.
Pete ate them once ten years ago and didn’t like em and hasn’t tried them since.
While Jase was scarffing down his, Pete
was holding his and looking at it like it was plutonium.
While
mom had her head buried in the refrigerator I said to
him, “Take a bite. If you hate it I’ll eat it but I don’t think that you’re gonna hate it. You
like sardines.”
He
looked at me with a furrowed brow and whispered. “Eric they’re furry.”
“Not
these, Pete, these are imported from
Jase
twisted in my lap so that he could look up at me. “Doesn’t Pete like anchovies?” He turned to his other dad. “They’re good, Pete.” Crunch crunch
crunch.
I raised
an eyebrow at him. “You’ll help someone
give birth but you won’t try an anchovy?”
I
glanced up and whispered, “Quick, here she comes!” He quickly took a huge bite of the Bruschetta. I
smiled. “Oh……..no
I guess she’s not.”
Pete
made a face at me with his mouth full and swallowed hard but then smiled. “That is good!” He twisted around and called to my mom. “Helen, the bruschetta’s
great!”
Which
brought her usual response, “What, you think that I’d give you something
bad?” And he
always falls for it.
“Oh…no,
Helen, it’s…I just didn’t expect the anchovies…that I’d like em.”
I looked
down at my little cruncher, Jase and smoothed his
hair back away from his forehead. A
futile effort but it’s one more reason to touch
him. I bend my head down
and kiss him on the cheek and speak softly in his ear. “How’s my little boy?”
“I’m
good, Dad!”
I
whisper a question to him. “When is
grandma going home?”
He gives
a little boy shrug and shakes his head. “I dunno.”
I look
at Pete crunching away happily and return my foot to his crotch but this time
he just smiles and pushes against my foot and I feel something tubular and
firm.
I smile
at him. “Good day, Hon?”
He
smiled through a mouthful. “Nobody died,
that’s a good day…usually.”
Mom
walked over to the table and said, “Okay…all you gotta do is make the
pasta.” She shifted her weight. “Eric, are you listening?”
I bend
my head and inhale the smell of Jase’s hair. He smells so good! “I got it, Ma! What? You think lasagna type pasta?” I’m pulling her
chain but she never sees it that way.
“Eric,
are you insane? Angel
hair pasta!” She shakes her
head. I’m
definitely a hopeless case. She calls
for help.
“Pete,”
she’s pleading, “don’t let him put my sauce on
lasagna!” Don’t worry ma he already
knows that he’s gotta watch me.
Jase
has finished his snack and twists in my arms. “Dad, is
there time for me to watch television before dinner.”
“You betcha, Kiddo.”
I let him slip from my lap and he tools off into the family room. At the same time
Pete has finessed Mom all the way to the garage door. She pulls his head down and kisses him
goodbye.
As he
closes the door on my mother I walk into his arms and
bury my face in his chest. He tilts my
head up and kisses me, lightly at first and then big time super passionate
tongue on tongue crotches grinding into crotches.
When we
break the kiss I say.
“I invited Karen and Brad Ryan to come over for dinner tomorrow night.”
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I had
asked my mom to whip a little something up for us cause we were gonna have some people over and she really threw herself
into it. The kitchen table was pretty much covered with food, some Italian, some normal
everyday stuff. She fussed with it
forever and then grabbed Jase and took him home with
her so that we could have an adult evening.
Pete
pretty much latched on the Karen Ryan and was
schmoozing her and pouring wine into her.
I reached into the fridge and grabbed four beers and a large bowl of
jumbo shrimp a handful of napkins and hauled Brad into the family room.
“There’s
a ball game on, Brad.” I flopped down on
the sofa kicked off my shoes and put my feet up on the coffee table. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Brad
toed off his loafers and said, “Cool TV!”
“Yeah,
it used to be Pete’s. When we got together we moved it over.
Have some shrimp my mother made em.”
Brad
took a huge bite of shrimp. “Holy fuck
these are good!”
In the kitchen Karen’s head swiveled around and she yelled, “Brad
would you watch your language?” She
turned back to Pete and we could just hear her say, “He’s like some kinda animal.”
Brad
smiled at me through a mouthful of shrimp and half whispered, “The woman can
hear me say fuck from two blocks away unless I ask her for it in bed at night
and then she’s deaf.” He took another
bite of shrimp. “What’d your mom do to
these?”
I
chugged some beer and shrugged. “I dunno, tastes like garlic, maybe some oregano. It’s an Italian thing she does it all the time.”
“You get
these all the time?”
“Yeah…she
cooks for us a lot. It’s
kinda what she likes to do. Ahhh, so how are
the kids?”
Neither
one of us stopped watching the television.
Brad rolled the cold can of beer over his forehead. “Like an invading army! Five girls! What the fuck were we thinking?” Brad suddenly looked around the room. “Hey, I been here
before. That’s right you guys had that
wedding thing ceremony like.”
“Yeah,”
I slid a little further down on the sofa, “I passed out.”
Brad laughed. “That’s right! I remember!
I figured you were wasted. I woulda been.”
I sat up
and turned towards Brad on the sofa. “So
you don’t have any problem with Pete and me being gay and being Jase’s dads and all that shit?”
Brad
looked at me with a sincere look on his face and then glanced quickly into the
kitchen at his wife. “Fuck no man!” He lowered his voice and took a bite of
shrimp. “If I could take a fuckin pill and be gay I’d do it right now. Man you got no idea what my life is like!”
“Well,
why would little Kathy have told Jase that he
shouldn’t have two dads, that he should have a mom and dad?”
Brad
sucked on his beer, belched quietly and said.
“Who fucking knows? You oughta hear the shit they say to me.” He shook his head slowly and looked at
me. “I’m tellin
ya buddy…..they had a fuckin pill I’d be out lookin for a boyfriend tomorrow.”
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I took
my shower and then toweled myself off as I walked into our bedroom. Pete was lying naked on the bed watching me.
I knee
walked across the bed and he held out his arms and held my waist as I bent to
kiss him. When I broke the kiss I stared into his clear blue eyes. “So I don’t think that we have to worry about
Kathy Ryan any more.”
He
smiled at me. “You’re a regular Miss Marple.”
I bend
over and nibble on his nipple. “I think
I’ve got a better butt and I know that I’m hung better.” I settle into his arms and bury my face in
his neck. I lay my face on his shoulder
and whisper, “I’m so lucky to have you.”
He turns
his head and says, “Lucky?”
“Yeah. After talking to Brad
it made me think. Sometimes you can
think things are going the way you want and then at some point you realize that
maybe it’s more than you can handle.” I
touched his face with my fingers and traced the line of his lips. “But…every day that we’re together I just
love you more.”
He
started to speak but I gently put my fingers on his lips to stop him. “You surprise me every day with how smart you
are and kind and loving.”
His eyes
began to tear up and he started to speak.
“Eric…”
I
stopped him again and then slid my hand between his legs and started to play
with his butt. Finally
I said, “Remember the lesson of the anchovies.
Ya gotta be ready to try new things.”
He
started to laugh and then suddenly rolled me over on my back and slid between
my legs. He held my head in his hands
while he kissed me. His knees were
spreading my legs and he whispered, “I got something right here that I want ya
to try.”