The household worked out their plans
over the next week based on Cam's and
Kevin's conversations with Alex. With a few additional wrinkles,
that is. Cam and Kevin took Ian's Navigator to San Francisco on the way
to the airport, but first they picked up Mark at the hospital.
It wasn't
hot in San Francisco, but Cam cracked all the windows of the Navigator an inch or two when they parked
at the hospital because Alice and Samantha were in the back. Cam and Kevin went
upstairs to get Mark.
Mark was sitting in a chair in his room, looking bored and watching TV
when the the boys arrived. He was wearing a leather device similar to a bicycle helmet to protect the
side of his head from injury until it was fully healed. He jumped to his feet when they came in
the door.
"Dudes!" he said, smiling. "You don't know how happy I am to see
you!" He gave Cam and Kevin hugs, and kissed each of them on the
cheek, somewhat of a departure for Mark from his usual teenage,
straight boy reserve.
"Stylish headgear," Kevin commented.
"Thanks," Mark said. "They're all the rage for the walking wounded, man."
"Hey, buddy, things have been dull at the house while you've been
gone," Cam said. "We've been missing your wise ass remarks."
"I've been saving up," Mark said, laughing.
"Don't forget that you have a lot of work to make up for in the weight
room," Kevin said helpfully. "The other guys are looking awfully buff."
"Those wienies," Mark protested. "Looking good? That'll be
the day. Speaking of lookin' good, where's Casey?" Mark asked.
"Catherine's bringing him," Cam said. "Mom's staying with your mom
and dad at their cabin this week. She just finished teaching her
last classes 'til fall."
"Cool," Mark said.
Cam studied Mark. He could feel his own
heart
beating in his chest because he was so glad that this boy was all right. From all
appearances, he would soon be back to his old self. In truth, Mark
was one of Cam's favorite people in this world. Over the time they
had all lived together, Cam had found him to be smart, good humored,
even tempered, unselfish, affectionate, sexy and handsome, and a jock--all
qualities that he admired.
"Let's grab your shit, and bounce," Kevin said. "We're on the way to pick up our dad and his partner at the airport."
"That's what Ian just told me on the phone," Mark said.
Cam and Kevin each took one of Mark's bags, and
they left. Mark said good-bye to the doctors, nurses and nurse's aides one after another as the boys walked down the
hall, and they all said good-bye to Mark by name, men and women alike, wishing him luck. The kid's a charmer,
Kevin concluded yet again.
They went down to the parking lot, found the Navigator, and added Mark's
bags to those already there. Border collies Alice and Samantha,
relegated to the baggage area of the truck, gave Mark an enthusiastic
greeting, licking his face as he petted them. Cam leashed the dogs
and took them over to a grassy divider in the parking lot so they could
pee. Then the animals and the three boys got in the truck and headed
for the airport.
"I thought you'd be in the Camaro," Mark said, sitting belted in behind
Cam in the Navigator's second row of seats.
"Not enough room," Cam said. "It's against my better judgment, but
Carl is driving the Camaro to the Big Sur. He'll bring William,
Dan and Berto with him. Mom will bring Casey and pick up Ian
and Mary and Yolanda at your condo here in town in her car, and bring
them."
"This sure is a great way to start the summer!" Mark said enthusiastically.
"Considering everything that's happened lately, things can only get better."
"Yeah," Kevin said. "True dat." He reached down and turned
on Ian's stereo, one of Bose's better efforts. Counting Crows was
soon blasting out of the multitude of speakers, and the guys were soon
smiling as their heads bobbed in time to the music. Kevin cranked
up the volume. There was no subwoofer because Ian didn't approve
of them in cars, but the bass clef was still definitely in charge.
Foo Fighters was up next.
They pulled into the airport parking lot about 30 minutes later.
Cam checked his watch, and they had about 15 minutes to make it to the
right gate. They caught a shuttle, and soon were there. The
plane from LAX was on time, and passengers began flooding out of the ramp
door and into the terminal, where armed, expressionless national guardsmen
were watching the crowds. Coming out of first class, Alex and John
were almost the first to appear off the plane. They put down their
carryons and embraced Cam and Kevin, hugging them and kissing them.
If anything, the two men looked younger than the last time they'd seen
them, Kevin mused. They must be happy.
"Where's the baby?" John asked right away.
"Catherine has him," Cam said. "We'll get him later."
Kevin introduced Mark to the new arrivals. "Dad, John, this is Mark
Carson. Mark, Alex MacKenzie and John Kelley."
Smiling, the men shook hands with the boy.
"Mark, I read about what happened to you in the L.A. papers," Alex said.
"I'm sorry. Thank God you're all right!"
"Thank you, Mr. MacKenzie. It was a close one."
"Call me Alex, and this is John. Everybody else calls us by our
first names, including these two ne'er-do-wells when they think we don't
hear them." Alex gestured at Cam and Kevin.
Mark laughed.
"Dad!!" Kevin said. "I'm shocked! At how right you are."
They all laughed.
Cam checked out John as they all walked together toward the baggage claim.
The man's as much of a stud as ever, he thought to himself, watching the
tall, muscular blond guy as he strode along confidently.
"Are you old goats getting proper exercise?" Cam asked, grinning.
"Well, yeah," John said. "We miss having you guys around--so we
can make you look bad."
Kevin groaned. "I'm glad we have a weekend at least to re-teach
you some humility," he said.
John chuckled and put his arm around Kevin's neck and squeezed.
"Lord, I've missed your line of crap."
Kevin laughed and put his arm around the man's waist. "It's good
to see you, John."
They reached the baggage claim just as the bags began appearing in the
terminal on a conveyor, making serpentine loops around and through the
gathering crowd. The two men pulled their bags off the conveyer
belt. Cam and Kevin grabbed them, and put them on carts to go out
to the shuttle which would take them to the parking garage. In a
matter of minutes, they were at the Navigator. Cam pushed a button
on the key fob, and the back hatch opened slowly on its own. Ian
and John added their bags to the pile in the back and met the dogs.
Cam fired up the truck and, once out of the airport, headed south toward
Monterey County. The stereo was now playing softly in the background.
Alex admired the inside of the truck as they drove along.
"Nice ride," he said.
"Yeah," Mark said. "It's Ian's. It's almost big enough to
cart all of us around."
"I'm a little out of the loop, here," Alex said. "You're all living
in San Rafael?" he asked. "How many of you are there?"
Mark counted them off on his fingers. "Catherine, Ian, Mary, Yolanda,
Cam, Kevin, Casey, William, Carl, Dan, Berto and me. Twelve.
And Rosa is usually there at the house all day, too. Thirteen."
"Hey, he counted without using his toes," Cam noted.
Mark reached forward from where he was sitting behind Cam and, without
comment, slapped the back of his head.
"Hey, hey!" Cam cautioned. "Watch it, dude! Don't make me
hurtcha!"
The freeways ended not long after they got into Monterey County, and Alex
started looked for some place to eat.
"You guys hungry?" he asked. "Food on domestic flights is a little
skimpy these days."
"We're always hungry," Mark spoke up. "I've been eating hospital
food. Too healthy. Let's get some real crap to eat."
They all laughed, and Cam pulled into a chain drive-in. They went
inside to eat, and Mark outdid himself with all the hot fried food he
ingested. Fries, onion rings, two giant hamburgers, two big cokes.
One minute everything was there on the table, and then it was pretty much
gone.
"Hm, hm," Mark said, burping modestly (for him). "If my mom were
here, she'd be telling me I just took two years off my life. Ain't
America great! I can feel my ass getting fatter as we speak.
Uh, John, are you gonna finish those fries?"
John laughed and shoved his sack of potatoes across the table to Mark.
"Knock yourself out," he said. Cam and Kevin got their fingers on
a few fries themselves before Mark inhaled the rest of them. Alex
took the check, paid up, and they were off again.
When they arrived at the cabin and alighted from the Navigator, there
was a cool breeze off the ocean. It wasn't quite T-shirt weather
yet unless you were exercising. Mr. Anderson, the caretaker for
a bunch of cabins in their neighborhood, had obviously been at work--a
thin column of wood smoke from the chimney reached for the sky before
the wind caught and scattered it. A fire had no doubt taken the
chill off the cabin.
Alice and Samantha were happy to be released from their prison, and ran
for the undergrowth to do their business while their humans unloaded baggage
and trekked up the back stairs to the deck. Everybody no sooner
went inside than they heard a car horn, and there were Carl, Dan, William
and Berto in the Camaro. They came trooping up the steps and into
the cabin, dumping their bags on the floor by the door. Kevin introduced
them to Alex and John, and then the guys gave Mark a lot of attention.
The kid ate it up.
"You better have treated my Camaro right driving up here!" Cam told Carl
when things settled down. "She has ways of telling me if you didn't."
"Negative thoughts, negative thoughts!" Carl warned. "You know
how moderate I am behind the wheel."
"Just which split second in your driving career was that?" Kevin asked.
"I must have missed it."
"Yeah," Cam added. "Berto, Dan and William were white as sheets
when you pulled in here."
The crowd laughed as Carl blushed, caught by buddies who knew him and
his driving habits all too well.
Alex MacKenzie looked around. "Any of you guys up for a run?
I need some exercise."
"Good plan!" Kevin said happily, looking at the boys. "How 'bout
it, you pussies?"
"You what!!?" William put an arm around Kevin's neck and squeezed
hard.
"You magnificent examples of young manhood," Kevin said in retraction
while he still had breath.
"That's more like it," William said, releasing his captive and whacking
him on the ass, and reaching down to pick up his bag. "Where can
we change?"
"Pick a bedroom," Alex said, and the group scattered to change into jocks,
T's and running shorts.
"Y'think I can run with ya?" Mark asked.
"I don't think so, buddy," William said. "But call Ian on his cell
and ask him. He might want you to work up to running gradually."
Mark called, and the answer to whether Mark could run or not was an unequivocal
"NO!" But Ian told Mark that he could go down to the beach with
the boys for a fast walk instead of an all-out run. Mark went down
to the driveway with the other boys once they were suited up, and watched
them do their stretches. Then, to accommodate Mark, they all walked
with him on the road toward the ocean and together traversed the long,
l-o-n-g stairway from the cliff down to the beach.
The clump of runners took off down the beach at a fast pace. Kevin
looked back as Mark, alone, trudged briskly after them through the sand,
and he pealed off from the other runners and went back to the boy.
"I'll walk with ya, dude," Kevin said.
"You don't have to," Mark said.
"That's all right."
They walked in silence for a minute.
"I've missed ya, man," Kevin said. "We all have. It wasn't
the same around the house without ya. Thank God you're all right."
"Thanks. That means a lot. I've missed you guys, too.
Have things been goin' all right for you?"
"Yeah. Casey has been such a good baby, and everybody has really
helped take care of him, which I appreciate. But I miss him right
now, even though I know he's just fine with Catherine. I know I
can't be with him all the time, but still..."
"We all love that kid, you know that," Mark said.
"I know." They continued walking at a good pace.
"Cam had his big date for the prom, and things worked out well," Kevin
said. "He looked really good in his kilt, by the way, all the kidding
he got aside."
"I'll bet he did. I wish I could have seen him."
"I have pics."
The two boys continued walking and talking companionably as the runners
ahead of them turned into a blur on the horizon.
Cam and Carl were at the back of the pack of runners. Cam liked
it back there so he could watch the guys' asses. Carl reached out
and slowed Cam down a little bit, putting a gap between themselves and
the other boys.
"I need to tell ya something," Carl said, looking straight ahead as he
ran. "Please keep it to yourself for right now, except you can tell
Kevin."
"All right," Cam said, looking over at Carl curiously.
"I've spent a lot of time in counseling with Dr. Smith..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm gay."
Cam stopped running, turning and looking at Carl, who had also stopped.
They faced each other.
"I'm not hetero, bi or confused. I'm really gay!" Carl looked
into Cam's face. "Now the question is, what do I do about it, and
who do I do it with?"
© 2006 Don Hanratty
Just before posting this chapter, I received two emails from M.G. pointing
out a continuity error and another error in Belovèd.
They were deleted by mistake. If he would resend them, I will
appreciate it.
dhanr1@msn.com.
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