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From the previous chapter:
Sam groaned and laid his head
back against the tree. “Geez, he knows I fucked you! Is he mad at me?”
“Sam, it’s okay! He and Pete are doin
the same thing.”
“Yeah but they’re adults. You didn’t ever see em
did ya?
“No. They’re pretty careful but I can just
imagine.” I looked up at Sam and asked
the question that had been on my mind since I woke up this morning. “We are gonna do it
again aren’t we?”
Sam kinda rolled to his side and stared into my
eyes. His voice was soft and slow. “I wanna do that
with you forever.” He looked down at the
ground and then back up. “But yeah, we
are gonna do it again. Man, there’s no way that I could do without
it now.”
The Good Doctor
By Terry Audette
Chapter 52
I tried to sleep. I know that Jase has only got a cold and I know that it shouldn’t bother
me…well not as much as it does anyway. I
fell asleep right away like I always do but then I woke up. The digital readout on the clock said
My eyes had become accustomed to
the low light level and I could see pretty well.
Pete whispered, “It’s just a cold
you know.”
I nodded my head in
agreement. “I know but it doesn’t help.” I sighed.
“He’s just so little.” I really
have no idea why one of the kids being sick worries me so much. But it truly makes
me nuts.
He pulled my head against his warm
chest and said, “Sleep for a while, I’ll keep an eye on him.” He wrapped his arms around me and I was out
like a light.
The next time I woke I could hear sounds coming from the kitchen before I
opened my eyes. Pete must have been the
one fixing breakfast because my mother was sitting on Jase’s
bed in the dim light watching me, her hands folded in her lap.
She said softly, “Sweetheart, why
don’t you go to bed?”
I glanced at Jase
afraid she might wake him. She shook her
head slowly. “Don’t worry,
he sleeps like you, like a rock, he won’t wake up.”
I said quietly, “You’re gonna watch him?”
That was pretty stupid because I knew she
wouldn’t take her eyes off of him.
“Yes.”
“You think I’m crazy don’t ya?”
She smiled. “No, Eric.
You’re just more like me than you realize.” Oh my god! She’s right! This is her all over! This is
exactly what she used to do with me when I got sick! I’m not sure whether
that made me feel better or worse.
There was no way that I was going
to go back to sleep and I stumbled into the kitchen where Pete was sitting down
to a cup of coffee before the boys woke up.
He got up as I walked in and pulled me into a warm embrace and his warm
lips found that spot right under my ear.
He whispered into the side of my
head. “I’m actually getting used to your
mother catching me in my underwear.”
I kissed his chin. “With Italian mothers it really is no big
deal. Honest to god we could be walking
around here naked and as long as neither one of us looked damaged
she’d be cool with it. You know I think
she still likes to check that I haven’t skinned my knees or something.”
“You mean she didn’t pay any
attention when you started to go thru puberty?”
Pete poured me a cup of coffee
and we both sat down. I said, “Not that
I recall, well except for those, “I know you’re up to something!” looks but by
then I was so used to being looked at like that it didn’t have any affect. Mom doesn’t prize my privacy very highly.”
Just then
she walked into the kitchen and shook her finger at me. “You don’t need privacy unless you’re up to
no good! And you’ve got nothing to look
at that I didn’t see when you were a baby.”
I looked at Pete and inclined my
head towards my mother. “See.” Then turning to her. “How’s Jase?”
My mother was at the stove. “He’s fine.
I’m making him some nice warm oatmeal and he’s staying in bed.”
I looked at Pete and swallowed
the rest of my coffee. “I gotta see
him.” I buttered two pieces of toast
grabbed a fresh cup of coffee and headed to Jase’s
bedroom.
She yelled after me, “Don’t get
him all stirred up!” I don’t know what she thinks I do.
He was lying on his back making
little sounds while he stared at his fingers.
I could hear a deep raspiness in his throat. I layed
down next to him with my back against Alan’s broad green chest.
I took a bite of toast and a sip
of coffee. When Jase
looked up at me I asked him, “So they all there?”
“Huh?”
“Your fingers. You didn’t lose any during
the night?”
He gave me a look of utter
disgust and then rolled on his side and buried his face in my side.
I nudged him. “Hey, you want a bite?”
He twisted his head and pretty
much looked at me upside down. “Grandma’s
makin me oatmeal.”
I took another bite of toast. “Okay. But the toast is really well done like you like it.
Sounding like a prepubescent Tallulah Bankhead he said, “Maybe just one bite."
I held out the toast and his
small fingers held my hand while his pearl-white little boy teeth took a small
perfect bite. He just held the toast in
his mouth and smiled at me.
I said, “Ya gotta chew it.” He grinned at me and did.
When he swallowed he said, “Grandma’s
bringin me oatmeal.” I nodded. “You said.”
I held out the toast. “Take another bite.” There’s something
deeply satisfying about watching him eat.
He took another bite and
sighed. There was a small smear of
butter on his chin and I wiped it off with my thumb and then, not knowing what
to do with it, wiped it on my chest. He
smiled at me when I did that and it seemed like payment enough.
I said, “You gonna
be over your cold for vacation?”
He nodded while pulling my hand
with the toast in it towards his mouth for another bite.
David walked in while Jase was chewing and knelt on the other side of Jase’s bed with his forearms on the mattress.
He grinned at Jase
and said, “You gonna live?”
Jase is always happy to see David and he grinned broadly and nodded. “I’m gonna get to
watch TV all day!”
Okay, so what I really wanted to
do was sit in Jase’s room all day and watch him to
make absolutely sure that nothing happened to
him. My mother more or less implied that
Jase would then have a bigger problem than his cold
so I went grudgingly to work.
Jane and Ellen were having an
in-depth discussion of menstruation and husbands and I practically sprinted to
my office and shut the door. I felt like
a dog trying to get peanut butter off the roof of his mouth because I couldn’t
get those impressions outta my head so I wandered out
to the warehouse and helped…okay watched, the guys move a couple of pallets of
transformers. I love the oily smell of
them and it seemed the perfect antidote to thoughts of menstruation. I followed it up by sitting with Charlie for
a while as he was ruminating, using mostly four letter words, over a cup of
coffee, about the proper plating for soldering tips while I was playing with a
Warner & Swasey cutting head. It was like a massive injection of
testosterone and by the time I got back to my office
menstruation seemed like the improbable idea that I’d like to convince myself
it is. Then Rose called and asked me to
lunch. Well, at least menstruation hasn’t been an issue with her for like forever.
Rose reached out two fingers with
long blood red nails and lightly touched my hair. “With that hair you shoulda
been a girl.”
“You tryin to make me feel better, Rose?”
“I’m just sayin. This hair is wasted on a guy. Whadya need hair
like this for?
I can’t believe that big blond stud you’re livin
with is payin any attention to your hair.” She smiled evilly. “Although I imagine your face is pushed into
the mattress a lot so maybe that’s mostly what he does see.”
“Is this the same snappy patter
you subjected your husband to before God gave him a reprieve, Rose?”
“For Christ’s sake, Eric, I’m
complimenting you! Most women’d kill for hair like yours. Guy’s have really got all the advantages when
it comes to looks!”
“Yeah, I know, it’s
heart breaking, you gonna finish those olives, Rose?” She shoved them over to me while I pushed my
hair back into place. “The hair came as
part of the package, Rose. Thanks,
according to mom, to my grandfather.”
She moved an unlit cigarette to
her mouth but didn’t put it in. “I can see that. He was a good lookin
guy.”
“You knew him?” It surprised
me. I always felt like I had a special
relationship with my grandfather and he died way too
soon leaving me with a hunger for more information about him. Asking my mother to tell me more about him
was one of the few devices that could settle her down and as a kid I could
listen to her stories about him forever.
“Sure. He was just a young guy
when he moved here. Quite
the stud! He wore his hair kinda longish too. That wasn’t typical for the time and it
really made the girls hot.” She gave a slutty laugh. “He
was quite the Casanova.”
I felt like I was twelve. “My mom says that I’m like him.”
“Maybe, you sure look like him at
least. Course he was straight and making
the most of it.”
“Wait a minute. He had to be married to my grandmother by
then. Even you aren’t
that old. Whadya
mean he was making the most of it? Didn’t you know he was married?”
She rolled the cigarette between
two fingers. “Oh he was married alright.”
I was appalled….really
appalled. “He cheated on my grandma?”
She lit her cigarette with a silver lighter while twenty feet away the waitress watched
with an appalled look on her face and threw a dishrag against the wall in
irritation.
“Did I say cheated, Eric? I didn’t say
cheated! And the fact is that I don’t
know.” She smiled like
she was remembering. “But he sure loved
to flirt.”
“My grandfather was a very
outgoing guy, Rose! He loved being
around people! All
kinds of people….men and women.
It wasn’t just women, Rose!”
“Sure…..whatever you say,
Eric. But he
sure liked to flirt with the ladies. And
he was hung too!”
“Rose! You can’t possibly
know that! You just told me…..”
“Oh relax! I never did anything with him! It’s just that he………I’m
not sure how to put this but……….well…….he had this display problem.”
I leaned across the table grabbed
her arm and whispered. “Erections! Did he
get em in public?”
She giggled in a strangely sick
way patted her hairdo and said, “Well….maybe it was just me. I used to have that affect on men.”
That particular image was causing
the sip of coffee that I had just taken to try coming out thru my nose and I
grabbed for a napkin and covered my face.
Rose’s fingers closed tightly on my wrist.
“It’s not so hard to believe you
little weirdo! I was a real beauty in
those days!
I slowly lowered the napkin stared
into her eyes and gasped, “I have the same problem.” Why did I say that? When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?
She grinned quickly and blew a
stream of smoke into the remains of the relish tray. “I’ve noticed. Somehow it’s not the same.” She stared up at the ceiling for a moment.
“He was a real……..stallion…..a real Italian
stallion.” She shivered. “God I love to say that word!”
“Whadya
mean you’ve noticed? I sure never had
that problem around you.”
“Oh please, Eric! You think women don’t check out men’s crotches?”
“You’re supposed to be thinking
about…I dunno….motherhood…or something!”
She giggled obscenely. “I’m usually thinking about how to get to
motherhood.”
“Well, if you figure it out,
Rose, maybe we can turn it into a Nova special.
You know, hour long miracles of science?”
“Shut up, Eric!”
“Better living thru
chemistry.”
“Shut up, Eric!!”
“Maybe you could be the
centerfold for the AMA Journal of Amazing Pregnancies.”
“Shut up, Eric!!!!”
I called my house and when my
mother answered I hung up. “Okay, at least I’m sure of where she’s at.” I pulled my car into the driveway of my mom
and dad’s house knocked on the door to alert my dad and walked in.
My dad was standing in the
kitchen drinking a can of Coke while leaning against the counter. He looked surprised. “Eric, what are you doin
here?” He got a look on his face. “Okay, what’s wrong with the business?”
“Nothing, Dad. I just thought I’d get away
for a few minutes.” I smiled. “The women are talking about female shit.”
He took a swig of Coke and then
nodded and said, “You’d think that as much as they talk about that shit that
they’d of figured it all out about three thousand years ago.” But his eyes were
telling me that he knew there was more.
He walked over and put his huge
hand on my shoulder. “So whatdya really need?
You didn’t just stop by to get away from that
crap. You’re not sick are ya?”
I grinned. “No I’m fine, Dad.” I sighed.
“You never talk about my Grandfather.”
He moved over to the table and
sat down. “You mean your mother’s
father.” It was a statement.
“Yeah.” I sat down across from
him. “I was talking to somebody that
knew him. Knew him
when he was young.”
He took a long drink of his Coke
and then sat back. Finally
he said, “Your mother never stops talking about him. I figured it was enough.”
“Did you know him?”
He nodded his head. “Yeah.” He smiled and put his hand down over
mine. “He was fine, Eric! It’s not like he was an axe murderer or
something.”
“But you didn’t like him?” I didn’t see how
anyone could not like him.
He smiled and wrapped his hand
around my wrist. “I didn’t say that,
Eric!”
He sighed heavily. “Eric, he was a good guy. He loaned me the money to start the business.” He could see by my face that that wasn’t going to be enough.
He exhaled and shook his head slowly.
“Okay. He was horny……..all the time. I
never met a guy quite like that. He was never satisfied.”
My dad looked at me hard. “You sure
you wanna hear this?”
I nodded yes.
“Eric……..you
remember when you told me you were gay?”
Whoa! What’s
this about? “Ah…yeah.”
“You remember my reaction?”
“You just shrugged and went back
to your paper.” I sighed. “I figured you were having trouble dealing
with it.”
“I wasn’t having trouble dealing
with it. I expected it. You’re like your grandfather in every other
way so it didn’t surprise me that you inherited that too.”
It felt like my head was in one
of those machines at the paint store that shakes up paint. “He was GAY??!!”
My dad shrugged. “Eric, your grandfather was everything. Like I said, the guy was always horny and it
didn’t seem to matter whether it was a woman or a man and frankly if we had had
one I woulda locked up the dog.”
I had like a gazillion
questions. “Dad how could he have been
gay then? I mean I know that he coulda been gay
but how could he have done anything? Wasn’t
it even illegal and what about grandma?”
He took another drink of his
coke. “I dunno
about illegal…maybe it was but it didn’t matter. Like I said you and he are a lot alike you
both have this…….quality. And your grandmother
didn’t have a clue. She was a nice lady
but all she did was cook.”
“Quality?”
“Yeah…..I’ve seen you do it but I’m
not even sure that you’re aware of it.
When you’re around someone that you’re
attracted to or even just like, even a little bit, you put out this, I dunno, quality. It’s almost like you hypnotize them just by looking at em. Anyway, that’s what he did too.
I can’t even begin to guess how many people in
this town he screwed. Gotta
be hundreds! That’s why I was so happy
when you got Pete.”
“Pete?”
He nodded.
“You were happy?”
“Yeah, sure! You couldn’t tell?”
“I guess not.”
He grinned and patted my
hand. “With your mother around everyone
seems to fade into the background.” Well
that’s the truth!
“Anyway, one look at Pete and I figured you wouldn’t be tryin to do what your grandfather did not with him in the
picture anyway. That guy
actually looked like he could handle you.
You guys are still okay, right?”
“Oh…..yeah. It just keeps…………well, you
know….getting better.” I could feel myself
blushing and my butt spasming because I was thinking
about how well Pete did handle me.
He squeezed my hand. “Eric, there’s nothing wrong with
screwing. It’s
just when you’re tryin to do the whole town. And now especially
with diseases and shit. Just be thankful
you got Pete. And
Eric.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t tell your mother about her
father. Frankly, I think she knows but
your mother has a way of filtering out stuff she doesn’t like and that’s
probably best.”
When I got home
my mother was cooking up a storm and Jase and David
were sprawled on the floor in the family room watching television. Jase was still in
his flannel pajamas and David was in jeans.
I don’t know how they can lie on their stomachs
with the heads up while the watch TV. It
made my back hurt just seeing it.
I got “Hi, Dad.” in stereo as I
kicked off my shoes and lay down on the couch.
Jase got up walked over and leaned against the couch right near my head
his eyes were gleaming but his throat still a little rough. “Hi Poppy Poo!”
I pulled Jase
up and he straddled my stomach and then sat upright like he was riding a horse
and began to gallop which brought an “Ah, Ah, Ah,” sound out of me as he
bounced on my stomach. David knee walked
over and watched but then started blushing and began to turn away.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him
over next to me my right arm was around his back lightly rubbing it. Jase continued to
bounce.
I said, “No Sam?”
He shook his head. “Work………till nine.” I watched the emotions play across his face. This kid should never play poker.
“Gonna
see him then?”
He blushed heavily and I could
feel his body getting ready to flee. Finally he exhaled then nodded his head and grinned. “Yeah, he’s gonna
stop by after.” On some level I think that he knows that I’m forcing him to get used
to being touched to accept love. He’s is getting used to it but that probably has more to do
with Sam than me.
I half sat up propping myself on
my elbows and then pulled David head’s to me and kissed him on the
forehead. Jase
gave me a mini-glare for disrupting his ride and David was blushing so furiously
I thought he might combust.
I cupped the back of David’s head
in my hand and said, “Good.”