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In the near dark David laid down next to me. His hand searched for mine, found it and held
it. We laid there together for several
minutes without speaking and then finally I said, “Pete….Pete and my mom and
well…maybe most people are good at so many things. The only thing I was ever really great at was
being a dad.”
David let go on my hand and rolled over onto his side
facing me. His voice seemed so clear in
the darkness, almost crystaline. “You’re
the best dad that ever was.”
I reached over and put my hand on the side of his
face. I said softly,
“I won’t ever not be your dad. No
matter what happens I’ll always be there for you.”
“And I’ll always be your son.”
The Good
Doctor
Chapter 62
When I walked into the house I couldn’t see where my
mother was but she yelled at me, “Eric, your son is running around naked! Will you please DO something!”
Jase was sitting naked about twenty-four inches from
the television. I’m pretty sure that if
he thought about it he could count the pixels.
I knelt down behind him and put my hands on his
shoulders. “What’s with the whole naked
thing?”
He answered in that dreamy far away voice that kids
use when you talk to them during TV watching.
“Watchin TV, Dad.” It pretty much lets you know that you’re
getting only about five percent of their mental activity.
“Is this the naked channel?”
“Huh?” His eyes
never left the screen.
“How come you don’t have any clothes on?”
He held up a blue ball of cloth and mumbled. “They don’t work, Dad. I can’t get em on.”
I shook out the blue cloth and it turned up to be a
pair of little boy boxers that were inside out and twisted into a ball. This can be a Gordian knot to a kid in a
hurry to watch TV. I untwisted them and
said, “Stand up, I’ll help.”
Jase put one hand on my shoulder and stood up but his
attention to his program never wavered.
He lifted one foot and held it back in my direction and I put it through
one leg of his shorts, then the next. He
is so skinny and his little white butt looks so small.
“You need to eat more, Jase. Maybe you’re not getting enough food.” With my mother doing the cooking I knew that
this wasn’t any kind of a possibility and I also knew that I looked the same
way when I was his age.
“I don’t wanna eat, I wanna watch TV.” I know, I know. I kissed the top of his head and decided that
would have to hold him until I thought more about it. But he looks so small. Impulsively I leaned forward and wrapped my
arms around him. I held him for a
second, soaking in his warmth and then let him go. He’s oblivious to all but the dancing pixels.
Then it occurred to me that it was the middle of the
afternoon. “Why did you change your
underwear?”
It took about twenty seconds to realize that that
question hadn’t even come close to sinking in.
I repeated.
“How come you changed your underwear?”
This is a dangerous question when put to a little boy. Actually it’s a dangerous question when put
to any male and I was about to retract it when my mother appeared in the
doorway.
She wearily waved a dish cloth at me and said,
“Believe me, you’re better off not knowing.”
Then she yelled to Jase, “Jason, did you wash your
hands?”
“Yeah, Grandma!”
She looked at me and shook her head. “You dunno the half of it.”
Jane walked into my office and stared at me over the
top of her glasses. “I don’t know why
you can’t do something!”
The first thing that occurred to me was that she
needed to be more specific. The second
thing that occurred to me was that I’d like to kill the bitch.
I kept filling out my order for grinding wheels and
said, “And what would that be about, Jane?”
I wondered happily if model #847F, which I was ordering now, was
spinning at 1800 rpms, just how much of her face I’d be able to remove in
say…ten seconds.
“He’s out there!
Just sitting in his patrol car! Staring at the building!”
I looked up.
“Mark?”
She rolled her eyes dramatically and I had to grip the
edge of the desk to stop my hand from grabbing the letter opener and plunging
it into her heart. “Of
course him!!! Who else would it
be?”
“How long has he been there?”
“Oh for God’s sake! Who knows!
He’s making Ellen and me nervous!
You gotta do something! On the Nancy
Grace show they was talking about a policeman that
went crazy and was tryin to run women down with his patrol car. He’s probably just waitin for us to go to
lunch so he can get us!” If I thought for
one moment that was true I’d send them both to lunch early but there’s no way
that I’ve got that kind of luck.
I hadn’t talked to Mark since yesterday, my freakout
day. By the time I got back upstairs
they were all gone. My mother was
sitting alone at the kitchen table eating a small bowl of meatballs with sauce
and sipping a glass of red wine. The
house was totally still. She looked up
at me and frowned.
She said, “You look shaky.”
“Aaaah, I guess I am.”
I did feel lightheaded.
She got up.
“Sit, I’ll get you a plate.”
I slumped into my usual chair. I maybe even felt sick. “You think I look okay? I mean, I do feel a little odd.”
“You’re a hypochondriac, Eric. You’re not sick, just a little shaky.” She slid a bowl of meatballs in front of
me. Six of them with a ladle of red
sauce and a heavy dusting of parmesan cheese, a piece of garlic bread rested on
top of everything. “You’ve got the
metabolism of a gerbil, you always did.”
The savory aroma rising from that bowl almost made my eyes cross with
anticipation.
“Where’s Pete?”
“He went to pickup the kids. They’re with your father.”
“How’s dad?” I
know, I know but this is how we approach these things. First you pretend that nothing happened. We know that something did happen but we like
to attack these things obliquely.
“The usual…which in your father’s case
means making a mess and watching that stupid CNN. I really can’t imagine why he needs to know
about all that stuff. All a man needs to
know about is his family. You take care
of your family and the world takes care of itself.” My mom, the philosopher.
“He always liked the news, Ma.”
And then the shift. She leaned forward and said earnestly, “Mark
is not a bad person, Eric. Do you think
I’d turn over David to someone who didn’t deserve him?”
I sighed. “No,
I’m not thinking that, Ma. It’s more
about losing him than about who he’s being lost to. If that makes any sense.”
“Eric, you make it sound like he’s gonna be living on
the moon! He’ll only be two blocks
away!”
“Whadya mean two blocks?”
“I’m renting him my house over on Humboldt. It’s a two minute walk, maybe less.”
“You own a house on Humboldt?”
Her eyes grew wide in exasperation. “You knew that, Eric! I told you that!”
“You never told me that! When did you buy it?”
“Eric! You
signed the papers! Don’t you remember? Don’t you remember our conversation about the
rents?” Maybe she really is doing
drugs! Geritol shooters! Or maybe Crack martini’s….or something.
“I signed the papers?
Why would I sign the papers? And
what rents?”
“Eric, I told you specifically that if I get hit by a
truck don’t forget to collect the rents!
I gave you a list!” Her voice
kept getting louder. “Of
all the houses!!”
“Oh. That was
those papers with all the addresses?”
“Yes! What did
you think it was?” The truth is that I
didn’t think about it at all. I wonder
where I put the list.
“You collect rents from all those addresses?”
My mother looked around quickly like she thought
someone might be eavesdropping. “Not so loud, Eric!
You never know who’s listening. Nobody needs to know my business.”
I leaned forward and whispered. “You stole those houses?”
“Eric…unless you’re a house mover you can’t steal a
house. I bought those houses…well most
of them. Some of them Grandpa left
me.” She took a sip of wine. “But I had so much money coming in I had to
invest it in something…and I like real estate.”
She smiled. “I have a talent for
it. But still, the less people know
about your business the better off you are.
Know what I mean?”
“Money coming in?”
She shrugged. “Yeah…money…dollars.
“From what?”
She shook her head in exasperation. “From Grandpa’s vegetable
stand! Eric, you worked there!”
“You made a lotta money from
that?”
She placed her hand in the middle of the table with
her palm down stared into my eyes and arched one eyebrow. “Eric, that place was a gold mine! I never woulda closed it but Shaw’s was hot
after that site. At first the only thing
they’d consider was buying the land but after I told em no about ten times they
agreed to lease it. Then, slowly, I
started leasing even more of Grandpa’s land but pretty soon I knew that I
needed to use that land myself. That’s
when I started building.”
“Well, why did I have to sign the papers?” What does she mean building?
“In case I die, Eric, not that I’m planning to but I
wanted your name on the properties so that you’d get them…without any
hassles. But for God’s sake don’t forget
to collect the rents. All the numbers
are on those papers. And Eric, I hope I
don’t have to tell you that if they pay in cash….” She put a finger to the side of her nose and
tapped it. No explanation was
necessary. I am, after all, Italian.
“The other thing, Eric, is that we’re still gonna pay
for David’s education. Mark is never
gonna be able to do it on a cop’s salary and David needs a good education if
he’s not gonna be a bum.”
She took another sip of wine and looked down at the
top of the table almost shyly. She said
softly, “I didn’t tell Mark that part yet.
I was thinking that maybe you would when you talk to him.”
“Me talk to him?
I gotta talk to him? Ma…I feel
stupid. I almost beat him up.”
“Eric, you tore a button off of his uniform. I don’t think it qualifies as beating him
up.” She sighed and shrugged. “You did surprise him though. I guess that counts.”
She poked at a meatball with her fork. “When you talk to him, Eric, you’ll see. He’s not the terrible person that you were
thinking and the important thing is that he’s David’s real father. Think how you’d feel if
Jase was in that position.” I already
had thought about that.
She took another sip of wine and stared at me. “You’re a good father, Eric but a boy needs
his real father. Could you deny him
that?”
I hate it when other people are right!
After Jane got done ranting I walked out onto our
loading dock at the warehouse and then walked along the side of the building to
the front. For some reason I wanted to
look at Mark without him seeing me staring at him through the front door and
without Jane and Ellen watching me stare at him.
He was sitting in his cruiser watching the front door
but occasionally squeesing his eyes shut as if he was in pain and looking
down. He was broad shoulders like it’s
obvious that David is gonna have and dark brown hair that is cut a little
longer than you’d expect for a cop. When
you think about how the both look it’s certain that Mark is David’s dad.
I tapped on the passenger side window and Mark’s head
jerked up and his eyes popped open full.
He seemed to take a deep gulp of air and then reached over and opened
the door.
I slid in and said what I had been thinking. “You do know that your son is gay, don’t
you? I mean I’m not telling any secrets,
here, it’s pretty much common knowledge.”
He nodded.
“Yeah, he told me but to tell you the truth I figured all along that he
was gonna be.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Yeah…oh yeah. The important thing is him…and that he’s
happy.” He turned his head and looked
out over the hood of the car. “He’s a
fine boy.”
He turned and looked at me. “Thank you.
Thank you for all you’ve done. I
heard about what he was facing after his mom died. You gotta believe that I didn’t know about
that. I would never have left him to
face that.”
He turned sideways and put his knee up on the
seat. “You gotta believe me. When I left…when she asked me to leave…she
said that she didn’t need me or want me to have anything to do with David. I wanted to share custody of David with her
but she said that seeing me was only gonna hurt him,
that she wanted me totally out of his life.”
“At first I called all the time but then it became
obvious that there was no way that she was gonna let me even talk to him on the
phone and after awhile I began to think that maybe she was right, maybe I was
bad for him. I already felt like a total
loser and a scum bag so it wasn’t much of a stretch. And every time I asked her if she needed
money she told me that she was doing better than me…she made up shit about
getting these big promotions and all the money she was making. It was all lies but I didn’t know that then.”
Suddenly his eyes filled with conflict and
he blurted out, “Look…she caught me with a guy!” He looked down and shook his head. “That’s so hard to tell you…to say it out
loud. It only happened the one time…my
best friend…ex best friend.” He inhaled
deeply. “He freaked too. I lost them both. But I never figured on losing David.”
He turned and straightened out in the
seat, looking forward. “When she stopped
even letting me talk to David on the phone I took off. There was no reason to stay. I went to
“I realized that I could use being a cop
to check up on David, to make sure he was okay and that’s how I learned what
happened. By the time I found out about
it you and Pete had already taken David in so I checked up on you guys and
found out that you were good guys.”
“At first I thought maybe the best thing I
could do was to just stay away. I mean
there was no way that I could give David more than you’re giving him. But in the end I couldn’t do it. I gotta believe that there’s enough value in
David having his real dad around that it’s worth the upheaval.”
“But Eric, I also know that you guys have
gotta stay part of David’s life. I know
that there may be some awkward moments but you guys have gotta be there for him
too. It’d kill him if he thought that
he was losing you.”
I flopped down on the bed next to Pete
rolled onto my stomach and propped my chin up on my hand.
“I told him that of course we’d be there
for David…and for him too. He really is
a good guy. He kinda just got blindsided
by his gay side. I pretty much know the
feeling.”
Pete was slowly shoving his hot hands up
under the back of my tee shirt and gently kneading the muscles. On the one hand this was incredibly relaxing
and on the other hand it was making me very horny. He pushed my shirt all the way up to my
shoulders swung his leg over my butt and as his weight rested on my thighs he
started kissing my back between my shoulder blades. The weight of his hard cock was lying hot and
pulsing on my underwear covered ass. I
rested my face on my crossed arms and pushed my butt back towards him
slightly. He grunted and lightly bit me.
When I’m in this postion and fortunately
that’s fairly often, I always think of how lions, when they’re mating, seem to
bite the neck of the lucky lioness getting plowed. Why this seems to piss her off is a mystery
to me cause it makes me hotter than hell and I tend to
think of that scene when Pete is doing what he’s doing.
Finally he strips off my underwear and
shoves my legs apart with his knees and as he begins to move into me he cradles
my head in his arms while his teeth sink softly into the back of my neck. Unlike the lioness I don’t scream just
whimper and push back to meet his thrusts.