The Cost of Love
Part 5
Eric visited Bob in hospital before returning to Feilding and told his parents and Luke about the shooting and Bob's injury. Ivan and Doris frequently called Bob anxious to hear about the progress of his recovery. Luke called, he told Bob the rugby team and school were quite upset to hear that he had even more misfortune. "We have heard about Max from Eric and we want to meet him. Mark owes us a visit so bring him with you when he and Andy come through." Bob said he would as soon as he was well enough to travel.
Max and Bob still had only the clothes they had brought with them for the weekend at Raumati. They borrowed from Andy and Mark until they were able to get more from home. Max called his father to hear that his parents would be out of town for the next few days so he decided to visit Tudor Towers and collect his clothes. Bob wanted new clothes for his new life. There was plenty of advice from the others as to where to get the best buys. Andy named the most expensive stores, Mark those where quality was good and the price more reasonable and Max knew where smart, fashionable and unique outfits were available.
Bob's leg was aching by the end of the day as he helped Max shift his entire wardrobe but he was happy for it signified that Max was now permanently with him. Sharing a clothes closet seemed to confirm their intimate relationship.
"Remember you can afford it," Mark said as they were about to leave on their buying spree. "Forget about your parent's expectations and peer conformity, your new image reflects the real you, so dress accordingly." He hugged them both. "Be cool man, be hip."
Max was chuckling as they drove away, "now that was an invitation to escape conformity, are you game, I am if you are?"
"Yes sir, I'm game, where do we begin?" Bob felt mildly excited and daring to take risks with another who was equally prepared to escape parental constraints.
We'll check out the gay boutiques to see what they're offering," Max replied.
Checking out the stores took the whole day. Many times they were tempted to buy but Max kept on delaying the decision by the promise of an even better choice at another store he knew. By mid-afternoon Bob decided there was only one store that he really liked to which they now returned. Max pulled at bob's sleeve as he said, "I see mother approaching, prepare for an ear-bashing." Mrs Ferguson did not see them at first and was startled when she recognised them. There was mute reproach in her eyes as she acknowledged Max and ignored Bob.
"I can see you are well Maxwell. I expect you to return home once you have come to your senses. Your father and I hope it will be soon." She then continued on her way not waiting for any response.
"My god, she still thinks she is in control." Max was both angry and confounded.
"Come on, don't let her upset you, we still have big decisions to make," Bob said taking Max's arm.
When the shop assistant who had previously tried to help them saw them enter the store, he welcomed them back convinced that more successful sales were imminent. Shirts, jackets, slacks and underwear, flamboyant, bright, smart, with some making a statement, were chosen. It took more than an hour before they were both satisfied with their purchases. Then Bob saw a very bright orange and blue striped T-shirt and held it against Max.
"You would look terrific in this, would you wear it?"
Max grinned, "sure, if you like it." Bob then asked if there was an identical shirt his size, there was and he bought it. "Proof we belong together?" Max suggested. Bob grunted agreement.
Jerry's car was in the parking bay when they arrived home. He and Mark were at the pianos working on the new composition as they took their purchases to their bedroom.. Andy called that he had just brewed coffee.
"There's a talent night at varsity's gay student's club on Friday when everyone who plays an instrument, sings dances or acts is expected to provide an item, would you like to participate? Andy asked.
"Max I know you could but am I ready yet?" Bob replied.
"Sure, your 'Cavatina' is really good, why not."
"I sing the song 'He was beautiful' which is set to the melody of Cavatina, how about accompanying me?" Andy's request surprised Bob. "It's very popular with gays."
"I bet," Max said as he went to fetch his guitar. He handed it to Bob. "Play for Andy, I'm sure you could accompany him."
Bob began to play the tender melody of 'Cavatina'. He captured the haunting theme giving it delicate nuances which were new to Andy. No one spoke when it ended, they waited for Andy's opinion.
"If I was to sing to that I would spoil it, it's beautiful."
"No way. I do agree Bob has a magic in his playing, if he played it through first then you sang, it would be a double treat, it really would," Max said.
Bob played it again followed by Andy singing the lyrics. There was applause from Mark and Jerry as it ended.
"That was terrific Andy, Bob has given that song another dimension for you, I've never heard you sing it like that before, it was beautiful," Jerry said.
"It's on then?" Max asked seeking agreement.
"It certainly is," Andy replied.
"Now that will be a show stopper, the guys will demand more. What's it to be Max?"
"Perhaps I could play 'Recuerdos de la Alhambra', it is also well known." He began the seductive haunting melody.
"Come on, students would prefer more popular hits," Andy said.
"Such as?"
"Sure it's not recent but I still think 'Apache' is one of the best guitar numbers."
Max began to play the Shadows famous piece. It was new to Bob and he liked it. "Now that's the one the guys will like," he said.
"It's not easy," Mark said, "you will have to work at it."
"We will." Max was pleased to hear Bob's determination.
Andy appeared with the mail, he handed a letter to Bob with 'Department of Courts' on the envelope. It was a notice for him to appear at the presiding of the Palmerston North Coroner's Court on the following Wednesday to answer questions concerning the death of David Dickinson. Bob read it again and then handed the letter to Max.
"I hoped all that was history. I don't want to go through all that again. I know recalling those terrible days will be upsetting. If I must, I must."
Max handed the letter to Andy. "There's no way of avoiding it Bob," Max said. "I would like to come with you if that' Ok by you."
Mark took the letter from Andy, read it, then said to Bob, "how angry are you? You suffered terribly because a vindictive bigot wanted to hurt you. The consequences of intolerance were tragic for more than just you." Mark thought for a moment then continued. "The explanation the Coroner will want from you could make a strong positive impact on public opinion about homosexuality. This is s a great opportunity for you to show the destructive power of prejudice." He returned the letter to Bob. "Think about it."
Mark's words kept intruding on Bob's thoughts. His appearance at the Coroner', Court was a nuisance, he wanted it to be brief and incidental. He had no desire to make it a platform to promote acceptance of sexual orientation. In spite of his negative intentions, Mark's challenge niggled at him.
Max kept reminding Bob that they would be playing 'Apache' as a duet and they had to practise. After playing a CD of the Shadows, he showed Bob how Hank Marvin, the lead guitarist, produced the fabulous effects which they had to copy. Max was determined they would succeed. Andy commented that Max was as demanding as Mark and commiserated with Bob before adding, "it's going to be impressive, stay with it."
Rugby football seldom seemed to be mentioned these days with Bob's growing enthusiasm for the guitar, encouraged by Max. It was now his major interest. Keeping fit was still a priority and Max, if not the others, joined him. They shared most things and were inseparable.
Andy frantically darted around the house looking for mislaid socks and music. Mark patiently waited before leaving for the talent night at varsity's gay student's club. Max and Bob joined him wearing the matching blue and gold striped T-shirt, white slacks and gold earings.
"Wow, you guys look stunning. You are certainly making a statement about your relationship in that rig." He sniffed, "even the aftershave is the same."
"We are two of a kind," Bob said.
"Cloned or genetically engineered?" Mark asked.
"Spare me," Max pleaded, "we're not duplicates, our differences are our attractions, thank god."
"Bob grinned, "I need more inches."
"Like hell, it's a monster already." Max demonstrated the size as if it was the fish that got away.
"What an imagination he's got," Mark said to Bob, "or has he something to complain about?"
"No, he's jealous, he's got a weeny."
"Rubbish he's a size freak. I know that I compare well enough with others."
"Now that tells me he has been checking out the market," Bob replied.
Andy appeared flustered and irritated. "Whose borrowed my bangles?"
"No one darling, as usual you have mislaid them," Mark replied. "You look fine, shall we go?"
Then Andy noticed Bob and Max. "Tweedldee and Tweedldum, now that is confusing for any guy who hopes to score tonight."
"That's the idea," Max said.
Mark began to laugh, "it's the size of their dick it seems will confirm the difference. Aren't we in for some fun tonight if they score the same guy." He was still chuckling as they got into the BMW.
Now free from preparations for final examination, students filled the large hall of the Student Centre. The dance floor was crowded. Mark saw Jeremy sitting with Aaron at one of the tables that circled the dance floor and joined them. Andy left them to give the items they were offering to the compere of the talent quest.
"The programme looks good with lots of variety and plenty of contributors, no doubt a mixed bag," Andy said as he sat next to Aaron. "Is Jerry going to give us his latest song?"
Aaron looked disgusted. "He's crazy man, I haven't heard a tune for months. Variations on a theme. Etude on a G string or whatever appeals to contemporary classics, is all he is interested in these days. I pine for the songs you made hits." He had a sudden thought and with a mischievous smile whispered, "would you sing one of them tonight, the audience reaction might encourage him to write more of them?" Aaron's despair was accompanied by histrionic gestures. Andy was non-committal.
The crash of cymbals and a roll on the drums introduced the compere and silenced the crowd. "Tonight's offering promises to be interesting and surprising with many new artists. It also includes several already well known to you all, give them our usual welcome and encouragement." The cheers and table rapping with cans and glasses was deafening. "Pop groups, jazz, blues and classics interspersed with comedians, some in drag lip-syncing the latest hits."
Max and Bob opened with 'Apache' The captivating tempo and clever fingering made it a hit with the audience. Then Max played the quieter haunting 'Recuerdos de la Alhambra'. They were enchanted and the quietness erupted into rapturous applause. Bob followed with 'Cavatina' and when Andy appeared beside him, applause erupted. Andy began to sing 'He was beautiful' to Bob's accompaniment. Again the audience was delighted, with several couples seen to be affected by the emotion conveyed by Andy. It was a great success with shouts of "encore". Mark joined them at the piano and accompanied by the two guitars, Andy sang 'First time ever I saw your face'. The applause was deafening. Then someone called for 'An Englishman in New York', others incessantly repeated the call. Andy asked Bob and Max whether they were able to join him. Bob was not confident and Max said he would try. Mark played the opening bars then continued with Max playing the melody, Bob added harmonies and chords emphasising the tempo. As Andy began to sing, light clapping rippled through the audience . Bob's confidence increased as Mark and Max developed a clever duet accompaniment to Andy's animated rendition of the hit. It was a popular number often requested on talent quest nights but never before had it been heard like this. The audience went wild, delighted by the clever and beautiful performance.
"Andy, again," called a woman he recognised from one of his classes. "Please Andy, once more." Andy looked at Mark, "Is it possible?"
"Perhaps," He turned to Bob and Max. "Shall we try?"
Max was grinning, delighted by the audience response, "why not". He played the opening bars, this time followed by Mark and Bob. Again Andy's song was a great success and still the audience did not want to let them go. Mark began to play 'Time to say goodbye. This was recognised as Andy's signature tune as it had appeared on all of his albums and always ended his concerts. It also concluded this evening's talent quest.
So many wanted to express their appreciation that they had difficulty returning to their table.
"That was incredible," Jerry said. "I could tell it was impromptu , that you had never before played it together. It was rough in places."
"Trust you to notice," Mark replied, "of course you're right."
"Well write down the score, it was clever, effective and, as you no doubt noticed, it made a strong impression. It is well worth repeating. I like the quartet presentation. I thought Bob is still learning the guitar?"
"He is, but Max is a hard taskmaster and Bob is very keen to learn, it shows."
Many of those who knew Mark and Andy wanted introductions to Bob and Max.
"Your home seems to be bursting with talent Andy, so isn't it time for another musical soiree for the department"? Justin, one of his classmates suggested.
"Justin, that's a great idea and I'm sure you will help," Mark injected.
Justin somewhat taken aback was at first non-committal until a good looking young man next to him said he would like to help. Justin put his arm around his waist.
"Caleb that would be appreciated."
Mark took the initiative getting support for the proposal from Andy and it was agreed that they would meet on the Sunday afternoon to make plans.
"Have you and Justin been close friends?" Bob asked Max as they lay in bed. "He did not seem to object to your arm around his waist."
"Shall we say I have known him for many years, our mothers are close friends, great gossips and share most things."
"No doubt that includes her problem with our relationship?"
"For certain."
"Justin seems to have the hots for Caleb, is Caleb gay?"
"He never admitted it to me, but together we have enjoyed lots of sex. Justin brought him to the club tonight and he was quick to help when Caleb offered.
"Beatrice already knows that her friend has a gay son." Bob thought for a moment then continued. "Perhaps Justin could still help to change your mother's attitude."
Max chuckled. "You are a devious opportunist, go to it but don't involve me. That woman's opinions will not change if she thinks I am behind your scheming."
Max awoke stretched out his arm to touch Bob but found the bed empty. He saw him standing at the window, the sun shining on his naked body. His beauty was awesome. The work-outs in the gym gave him strong well developed muscles which with his clean well tanned skin, filled Max with admiration, He not only looked wonderful but he had a personality and mannerisms he liked so much, he loved this guy more each day. Quietly Max got out of bed, stood behind Bob and embraced him, pressing his partially erect cock into the cleft of his bum. Max's tongue flicked his earlobes.
"You are beautiful, I love you so much." Max's voice was low and seductive. Bob turned to face him. Then passionately kissed him with one hand pressing against Max's bum the other around his waist pulling him close. Bob stroked his body as his face nestled affectionately between his shoulder and neck.
"I feel the same way about you. I'm also very proud of you," Max said. "You played brilliantly last night, your 'Cavatina' was beautiful. Did you notice Andy kept looking at Mark as he sang it, as if he was making love to him. I think many felt his emotion. Andy is always the star performer for he seems to sing to each person individually."
Bob took a deep breath as his eyes closed and he pressed his face into Max's chest hair with an appreciative growl. Their kiss continued as Bob lead Max back onto the bed and lay on top of him. Rigid cocks were locked by the pressure of their passionate embrace, they frigged desperately as their tongues sought each other until they were moaning from exhilarating orgasms. Neither would let the other escape from his passionate embrace. Again and again they both ejaculated, sweat mixed with cum soaked the sheets, the covers were on the floor. Max was exhausted as he rolled off Bob. He saw blood on his neck then his teeth marks. He felt Bob licking his cock, he looked at him.
"Does it taste good?"
"Delicious, like rum and raisin ice-cream, here taste some."
Bob's tongue wiped a globule of cum out of Max's navel and entered his mouth. Max wrapped his arms and legs about Bob and passionately kissed him. Immediately they resumed their energetic embrace. There was a crash as together they fell onto the floor. Even this did not end their embrace. Trickling cold water being dribbled over them by Andy was more effective in reducing their ardour.
"Are you guys determined to wreck the place?" he asked. "You are worse than rutting bulls. Look you are both covered with cum and, my god, bloody love bites. You are nearly as bad, sorry good, as Mark and me."
Max began to giggle. "He was trying to show me that he loves me."
"There's little doubt he wants to eat you, even providing the sauce, look at the blood."
"Rum and raisin ice-cream," Max mumbled.
Mark arrived on the scene with a huge grin. "Is it clean up time?" he asked. He took Max by the arm while Andy firmly took Bob and pushed them under the shower. Four naked bodies were a tight fit but never daunted, Mark closed the door and turned on the cold tap. Protesting squeals were replaced by appreciative moans as Mark and Andy sucked their cocks. Bob turned on the warm water to better enjoy his brother's ministrations. He pushed Andy's head into his crotch and began to pump vigorously until he came shooting his load into Andy's mouth. Slowly the all encompassing sensation faded. Bob held Andy close as the warm water cascaded over them. Bob's hands descended the length of Andy's torso as he dropped to his knees and took his cock into his mouth. He felt hard as he wiped it's length with his tongue, then pushed back the foreskin and massaged the head. Gasps came from Andy as intense sensations surged through him. He began to fuck Bob's face more energetically whimpering as he felt his burgeoning orgasm. With a yell he climaxed at the same time withdrawing his cock. Cum spurted over Bob's face, hair and chest. Bob's mouth tried to catch it without success. He stood, embraced Andy and kissed him.
"You're nearly as good as Mark," Andy grinned. "At last you no longer have a problem brother, why even sharing Max with Mark is Ok."
"Well we share most things now we're family, anyway I like you a lot." Bob kissed him again. Then began to wash the cum off himself.
Bob saw Max being dried by Mark, he gave him a quick kiss then began to dry himself. Max's smile was replaced by a guilty glance at Bob. Bob gave him a reassuring wink and grin.
Justin and Caleb arrived early on Sunday afternoon to be taken by Andy to join the others seated in the shade of a large chestnut tree. Justin's pleasant memories of previous musical soirees helped Andy and Mark to prepare a programme that they thought would appeal to the staff and students of the Music Faculty and their friends. Everyone was asked to contribute to the food or drinks. They did not notice the time until Max and Bob appeared with cans of chilled beer and buttered buns. Justin swept his shoulder length blond hair from his face as he took a can from Max. He seemed to be apologetic as he said,
"I often wonder what happened to you since those days when we were at school together. I've been at Otago University Medical School, that's where I again met Caleb."
"Mother never mentions you, even though your mother and she seem to meet fairly often," Max replied.
"Don't you know why?" Justin sounded angry. "Mum told her I am gay and she made it very obvious that her son did not want friends who are gay. Mum warned me off."
"Have you told your mother the truth about me?" Max asked.
"I have and she doesn't believe me."
Max roared with laughter. "You can tell your mother I am very much one of the 'family' and that I sleep with my lover, Bob. I would also like her to tell my mother."
"Are you out?" Justin asked him.
"I am to those who ask and tell those I think ought to know. Does it matter to you?"
"It does, because many know we were once close friends and I make it no secret that I am gay."
"It matters to my mother, she is determined to deny my sexuality and reject my friends. That's why I don't live at home any more. Dad's Ok He couldn't care less. Mum has to accept the real world and I am hoping your mother might help to persuade her."
Justin picked the heads off the daisies as he sat on the lawn, he recalled coming out to his family.
"Mum was the same at first, Ned, my brother, teased me and my Dad found it hard to accept. It was Ned who helped them acknowledge my sexuality, and although disappointed, they appreciated that I was still the same guy they loved. I took my friends home and they liked them and have now accepted Caleb as a member of the family. It took time but now my being gay does not bother them."
Max gazed at Bob who was returning from the house with another tray of cans. "Do you think your mother could persuade my mother to feel the same way about me? We have had my parents here to dinner to meet Bob, Mark and Andy, to show them our life is very comfortable and respectable, but it makes no difference with mother."
Justin looked at Caleb talking to Andy. "Caleb is brilliant devising escapes from difficult situations, here is a challenge in which he would be delighted to be involved. I'll get back to you." He hesitated, unsure whether he might be too inquisitive, before asking Max how long he and Bob had been together.
"About three months. We are very much in love and Bob has already made a big difference in my life and attitudes. Has it been the same for you?"
"I think so, we have been together for two years now, since Caleb came to Otago varsity from Wellington. Andy and I were at college together, we sang in the school choir. I knew Andy's parents and have been to their musical soirees."
Max grabbed Justin's knee. "Do you know about Andy's brother?" Justin's surprised look told Max he did not.
"There he is, Bob Wilson," Max pointed to Bob who was offering Mark another can of beer. "Actually Bob is his half-brother, he only leant this recently on the death of his mother. Justin looked doubtful. "Andy's father had an affair with Bob's mother before she married. The consequences have been disastrous and Bob is still recovering from both the death of his mother and the man he thought was his father "
"Philip was not a philanderer," Justin said, "I can't believe that."
"DNA tests have confirmed it's true, can't you see the likeness.?" Justin looked hard at Bob now standing next to Andy. He was beginning to see similar features but felt some reservations admitting it.
"I believe you're right, amazing, and he's also gay?"
"Very much so, now that I can confirm from personal experience." Max's joyful laugh caused the others to look their way and to bring Bob with the tray of beer cans to them.
"It's not true whatever he's told you," Bob said to Justin.
"I could believe that," Justin replied, "Max has just told me that you are Andy's brother."
Bob grinned, "this time I have to admit it's true, that is I am his half-brother."
"And you're gay as well? Is it in the Wilson genes?" Justin was finding it hard to believe.
Caleb joined them when he noticed the conversation was so animated. Justin turned to him. "Did you know that this guy, Robert Wilson, is Andy's half brother?"
"Can he sing? If he sings then I'll believe it."
"No, he prefers rugby but he's proving to be quite good on the guitar," Max replied.
"I'm not surprised," Caleb said nonchalantly, "they have similar features and mannerisms which made me think they were related. How do you and Andy feel about it?" he asked Bob.
"Once we recovered from the surprise and now that we have got to know each other, Andy and I are delighted we both have a brother and both are gay, nothing incestuous mind you, and both committed to our partners." Bob kissed Max. "He's the one I love most of all." Max blushed as he took cans from the tray and handed them to Caleb and Justin before drinking from his own.
"We are invited to stay for tea," Justin said to Caleb, "Andy and I have been updating our dissolute lives since college. I've accepted on your behalf."
"Justin's memory of the soirees is incredible," Andy said as he and Mark joined them.
Max looked puzzled. "Caleb you and I were together at the same school, Andy and I were at the same school as were Andy and Justin, how is it you did not meet Justin until you were at varsity?"
Justin hooted while Caleb looked very uncomfortable. "Gotcha Caleb." Justin's enjoyment of Caleb's discomfort puzzled them all. "Max is quite the detective, you might as well tell the truth." he said chuckling.
"Justin was a senior and I was a junior with the hots for him, he was my hero and we were both members of the school choir. I seduced Justin but never ever told Andy. When Justin left to attend varsity he forgot about me until we met again at Otago and carried on as before. Justin and I never told anybody what we were up to."
"No wonder Max found you so experienced Justin," Mark said. "Andy needed no introductions, he had more experience than most of his age."
Bob looked about him in disbelief. "What kind of school were you at, it seems to have been gay paradise."
"Oh it was," Justin replied. "I was a boarder and after lights out, most guys slept with another. My initiation, experience and skills were all due to Alma Mater. When I met Caleb and found him most attractive, I couldn't get enough of him. I knew he felt the same way about me. We still feel the same way about each other."
"I find it hard to believe Max and Andy had no idea these two were having it off with each other," Bob said.
"I noticed the surreptitious behaviour of Justin," Max said, "but I was fully occupied with Andy to care."
The revelations and confessions seemed to restore and cement special feelings about each other, to create a camaraderie that was special
His impending appearance at the Coroner's Court worried Bob, it constantly intruded on his thoughts and he speculated about what questions he might be asked. Ivan had called him to invite Max and he to stay the night prior to the hearing. Bob gratefully accepted the invitation. He knew that the reason for his father's suicide would be of major interest of the court and felt nervous that this would impinge on information he did not want to disclose.
Max spent most of the time of the journey to Feilding providing inconsequential information about matters of little interest to Bob, in any case he was not listening as he thought about the reason for the visit. Max fell silent when he failed to get any response. Dark clouds ahead seemed to portend ominous events for Bob. He felt threatened by tomorrow.
Bob had told Max about the wonderful support the Dawsons had given him. Their warm welcome showed the continuing affection they felt for him. They were pleased to at last meet Max, making it clear that they recognised them to be partners. They were even given a room with a double bed, which Bob knew had replaced two single beds. Ivan's cheery chatter during the evening, raised Bob's spirit, and before they retired for the night, he offered to go with Bob to the court the next morning. Bob accepted his offer.
The busy throng of people passing through the several doors of the Courthouse into a new modern building with many corridors and several courtrooms, increased the confusion Bob felt. Ivan sought guidance from a duty policeman as to the location of the Coroner's Court and then led the way to the end of the main corridor. The furnishings of the courtroom were austere, two long tables with seats for Counsel, another for the Press and on a low dais was a desk with a leather chair for the Coroner in front of which was a stenographer's table. There were several rows of chairs for the public which were already half filled. Bob, Max and Ivan sat in the front row. Detective Inspector Roberts greeted Bob and Ivan, then Bob introduced Max.
"The proceedings of the coroner's court are more relaxed even though it is a requirement that the Coroner investigates the circumstances of a suicide when it involves the police. His decisions are likely to be of public interest because the deceased was involved with a murder." He looked at Bob. "Are you feeling up to it? I know the Coroner will be asking you questions that may prove difficult for you to answer. I'm sorry that you have to revisit those tragic days." Roberts gave Bob's arm a reassuring squeeze.
Counsel, two men and a woman wearing black gowns entered and sat at one of the tables, a stenographer sat at another and 4 reporters at the press table. A tall man wearing half spectacles and also in a black gown entered and sat at the desk on the dais. Quietness fell in the room.
The Coroner looked at the now nearly fully occupied public seats and then at the court officials before nodding to the duty police officer. "The Coroners Court is now in session," he announced in a loud voice. The Coroner looked over the half lenses of his spectacles as he spoke.
"The matter of concern to the court this morning is the death of David Dickinson, to determine whether there are any questions to be answered. Detective Inspector Roberts I understand you were in charge of this case, would you present the court with your findings."
Inspector Roberts came forward to the empty table and sorted his files. He described the discovery of Dickinson in his garage in the car with the engine running and the exhaust fumes fed by a plastic hose into the tightly closed interior. He told the Coroner that Dickinson had been arrested for the murder of his wife and the court had released him on bail the previous day. He visited him early next morning when he discovered he was dead. The Coroner interrupted him.
"Inspector do you know why Dickinson should want to take his own life?"
"There are several possible reasons that were given to me during the interview following his arrest. First he desperately wanted his own child and believed his wife was the reason he was denied this."
Again the Coroner interjected. "He had a son Robert?"
"Your Honour, he was not the father of Robert." This announcement caused a buzz among the listening public. The Coroner looked grim, grunted and told the Inspector to continue.
"He learnt that Robert was homosexual and had made him leave home so causing his wife considerable distress. He blamed her for this ignominy as well. He had been told by one of his workmates that his wife was very friendly with another man, as a result he assaulted that workmate. He accused his wife of infidelity which she did not deny and then he began to physically and verbally abuse her. This would be two weeks prior to her death."
Ivan looked at Bob, he could see he knew nothing of this, he had a look of disbelief. He saw him shake his head. Roberts continued:
"His wife blamed Dickinson for the loss of her son, an unhappy marriage and a lack of interest in her son since his birth. She had threatened to leave him for their incompatibility had increased during the past year."
"Have you any corroborative evidence Inspector?"
"A little sir, I have asked his son, Robert Dickinson, now named Robert Wilson, the workmate he assaulted, and Mrs. Dickinson's male friend to be present."
The Coroner looked at the public, "Is Mr. Wilson present?" Bob stood. "Mr. Wilson would you please take the seat beside the Inspector." As soon as he stood beside Roberts, the Coroner continued.
"I will be asking those I call a number of questions, give me your answers slowly so as to allow time for the court stenographer to take a verbatim statement. Mr. Wilson, I appreciate these proceedings are very distressful for you but I would like you to give full and complete replies to my questions. Were you and your father on friendly terms, was he a loving father?" he ticked the first question on the sheet before him.
"No sir, my father knew that I was not his son, he knew my mother was pregnant by another man when they married. He tolerated me, he did not love me."
"Why did he insist that you leave home?"
"My father had received a letter telling him that my best friend was homosexual and I refused to agree to his demand that I end the friendship. He tried to strike me then told me to leave.:"
"Did you mother witness this confrontation?"
The Coroner was busily making notes as Bob spoke.
"Yes, she protested when I was told to leave but he would not listen."
"Did you know your mother was friendly with another man?"
"No. I find it hard to believe she would be interested in another man."
"Why do you think he abused your mother?"
"He blamed her for not giving him children of his own and was horrified to find the boy he called son was homosexual."
"Did your father abuse your mother prior to his confrontation with you?"
"Never. They never showed much affection towards each other but I would not say they were incompatible, that is, not until I saw my mother mentally deteriorating."
The Coroner was now taking copious notes and when finished, waited for the stenographer.
"Did you know she was being physically abused?"
"No, she never told me, but I could see she was considerably distressed which I thought was due to my expulsion. Inspector Roberts told me about the evidence of physical abuse discovered at the postmortem."
After the Coroner completed his notes, he dismissed Bob with "that will be all meantime, thank you Mr. Wilson. Is Mr Mason present?"
A tall well dressed man in the front row stood and took the seat vacated by Bob.
"Mr. Mason, thank you for attending the court," the Coroner said before looking up with his first question.
"How long were you a close friend of Mrs. Dickinson?"
"For a couple of years."
"Did you know her husband was abusing her?"
"Yes, I offered to remonstrate with him but she strongly objected."
"How long had he been abusing her?"
"Since he kicked out his son. It increased when he heard of my relationship with his wife. I wanted her to leave him immediately."
"Did she tell him she was leaving him?"
"Yes, on the morning of the day he killed her. That day we had lunch together."
Mason waited while the Coroner made many notes before dismissing him with his commiseration and thanks. Inspector Roberts was asked the name of the workmate and on being tolled, called Mr. Whelan. Whelan was a thick set middle-aged man in shabby clothes. He stood at the table looking very nervous. Again the Corner thanked him for attending then asked him,
"How long were you a friend of Dickinson Mr. Whelan?"
"Dave and I were workmates for nigh on 10 years. A nice guy, very quiet, didn't say much."
"Did you notice any changes in his attitudes, mannerisms or behaviour?"
Whelan thought for a few moments before replying.
"Some two weeks before his wife died, he became very moody, hardly spoke and was often bad-tempered."
"Did you ask him what was wrong?"
"I did but noway would he give me a dicky bird."
"A dicky bird, what do you mean?'
Whelan sounded as if he thought the Coroner was ignorant as he sharply replied, "give me the slightest hint, you know a whisper about what was troubling him. Anyhow we all knew." He sniffed.
"Knew what Mr. Whelan?"
Knew that Grimes, a nosy Parker and trouble maker at the factory had told him that he had seen his wife often with another man, real lovey-dovey, Dave belted him one in the eye."
"Did Dickinson confide in anyone?"
"None that I know of."
Following the Coroners thanks, Whelan returned to his seat in the front row. Again the Coroner took some time completing his notes before looking at Roberts.
"Inspector Roberts have you anything more to add that could be of interest to the court.?"
Roberts stood in silence for a moment before addressing the Coroner. "During the interview with Dickinson, when he confessed to murdering his wife, he said the reason was her infidelity. He never ever said that his confrontation with Robert and his abhorrence of his sexuality contributed to his motive." Max could hear Bob breathing heavily, then a sigh of relief.. He took his hand. "I got the impression that he was a very lonely man who could not express his love for others, even for his wife and son, He had built a barrier which they could not penetrate. He knew his sentence would increase his isolation and loneliness. Certainly I am speculating, but his behaviour during 19 years of marriage would seem to support this view. That is all sir." Roberts sat down.
The Coroner removed his spectacles, coughed then began to present his decision.
"The death of David Dickinson by his own hand is tragic. I can find no one to blame but himself. The only one left with lifelong suffering is his son Robert but it is apparent that he did not contribute to Dickinson's decision to end his own life. I hope this court will have reassured him that he has no need to feel guilty as a contributor. My sympathies are for Robert for the loss of both of his parents. My findings are that the death of David Dickinson is due to suicide. I thank those who have contributed this morning. The proceedings of this court are now ended."
Everyone stood as the Coroner left, Luke and John Turner were waiting for them as they left the courtroom. Luke hugged Bob saying he hoped he felt alright. Ivan knew Luke and John and Bob introduced Max telling him that Luke had been a great friend for many years specially during those difficult days. "I knew he would be here," he said as he hugged Luke again then kissed him. "Oh, he's also Mark's brother." Max offered his hand to Luke but found he was also being hugged. "Bob is a special guy, I hope you are both very happy." John said as Max shook his hand. As they were descending the wide steps from the courthouse, the press took several photographs of Bob.
"We would like you to have lunch with us, Ruth insists," John said. Ivan looked at Bob seeking his decision. "Will it be ok with Doris?" " sure, I'll phone her."
During lunch Doris dispelled any possible gloom from among the guests. "There should be no need for Bob to feel he is in anyway to blame after what he heard this morning from the coroner," Ivan said. John and Luke agreed. "Bob, it is understandable that your Dad was already stressed by what he had heard about your mother, your expulsion was a reaction to yet another disastrous realisation. It compounded his anger when he learnt you are gay. Now that it is all over, you mustn't feel that you contributed to his decision to end it. It is now all in the past. You have a wonderful future before you and have found someone who will love you more than your parents could ever do."
Bob looked shyly at Max who was blushing. "I know you are right Ivan. This morning a real weight of guilt left me and I am now much more at peace with myself. Doris and your help with Eric's support during those dreadful days I will always appreciate."
"Where is Eric?" Luke asked.
Ivan laughed. "We seldom see him now that he has fallen for Ross, another rugby player he has shacked up with. We hope he will be home for Christmas, with Ross of course."
"It sounds like a replay of our experience with Mark and Andy," Doris said.
"That was when Mark came out," Luke said. "Of course I knew that he was gay but no one would believe me, right Mum?"
"Mark told me," Bob said. "God it must be wonderful to have parents who understand, are sympathetic and supportive."
"I couldn't agree more," Max sounded disappointed. "My mother is in complete denial and has rejected me."
Luke winked at Bob. "Are you guys in party mood?"
"We are planning a soiree for the Music Department staff and students, if that is what you mean" Max replied.
"Sounds stuffy, boring, more of the same."
"No way," Bob protested, "everyone contributes his own music, most are into jazz, popular numbers with lots of new ideas, it will be lots of fun."
"Not the scene for senior citizens."
John sounded indignant. "You make us sound like dinosaurs, anyway what bright ideas are you hatching?"
"Look Max needs help, how about a family reunion when we invite Max's parents.?"
"Dad would come, but Mum, no way," Max replied bitterly
"If we could persuade Justin and his family to come, she may accept knowing her friends will be there," Bob said.
"You sly devil Luke and Bob is no better," Ruth interjected. You want us to promote evidence of parental support."
"Of course." Luke hugged his mother. "It is for a good cause, Max reuniting with his mum."
"Andy certainly knows how to entertain," Bob said.
"There's no doubt about that," John turned to his wife, "well are you game?"
"It's Max's decision, not ours, only he knows whether the dinner party would help," she replied.
"I will have to talk to Justin, his mother and mine have been friends for many years. She will have to be willing. Justin's parents are supportive but she may not want to threaten her friendship, can I get back to you?"
Remember time is of the essence," Luke replied. "No doubt the coroner's decision will be reported in the press tomorrow and Bob will be getting more publicity. Your mother might not like it and feel even more strongly that Bob is not for her little boy."
"If Max is happy with the idea, I will accept the invitation to dinner," Ruth said as she collected the empty plates.
On the return journey Bob was quite chirpy, dominating the conversation until he noticed that Max had very little to say.
"Something wrong Max? I'm over the moon, it's been a great day for me, I guess it's not the same for you?"
"Oh I'm delighted for you, honestly I am."
"Come on, what's on your mind."
"Luke's idea to help Mum accept her son's sexuality and his friends."
"Luke's always full of bright ideas. We'll discuss it with Mark and Andy first."
They were home by late afternoon and giving Andy and Mark a full account of what had happened. They delayed telling them about Like's proposal until after tea.
"Typical Luke," Mark replied exasperated at his lack of consideration of possibly aggravating Max's problem.
"Hang on," Andy said, "it may not be such a crazy idea."
"It's not on if we don't consult Justin," Max sounded tetchy.
"Ok call him, tell him to call this evening." Andy handed the phone to Max.
Justin was puzzled by the anxiety in Max's voice and his refusal to give him the reason for the visit except to tell him it was very important. He wanted to bring Caleb with him, Max agreed.
Andy was enjoying the banter between Justin and Caleb when Max interrupted it with "ok guys Bob and I want your thoughts on a proposal which needs your help. Today Bob and I attended the Coroner's Court in Feilding, it was concerned with the suicide of Bob's father, he had murdered his mother." Caleb looked stunned and amazement from Justin. "No doubt tomorrow morning's paper will provide a full account and include Bob's photo. My mother will see it and believe it confirms her opinion that Bob and his family are unacceptable associates for he son whether or not they are gay. She refuses to acknowledge it's ok to be gay and to love another man. I want to persuade her that she is wrong and I want your family to help me. My parents have been here to dinner, they were friends of Andy's parents and his godfather. My relationship with Bob does not bother my father but my mother strongly objects. Mark's parents fully accept his sexuality and his relationship with Andy. I understand your parents feel the same about you and Caleb." Max looked at Bob for support.
Bob continued. "Justin do you think your mother would help us to change Beatrice's attitude towards us, to accept Max's sexuality and our love for each other?"
Justin gulped and Caleb's barely audible "that's a quite an ask" followed. Everyone waited, anxious to hear from Justin. Before he could reply, Andy spoke.
"I would like to invite our families to a dinner party as a ground breaker. It would include Mark's family, yours Justin, my godparents who know Max and Mark's families, and of course Max's parents. Beatrice is a friend of your mother's and is more likely to come if she knows she is here. We would like Beatrice to meet parents who fully accept their gay son and his gay friends."
"I hope everyone will recognise that we are a family that loves and supports each other. Max is now one of the Wilson clan and shares all I own," Bob continued.
Andy was circulating with refills of coffee. "We can't expect miracles," he said. "This party is a get-together of families so includes Luke and Susan from Marks, your brother Ned, Justin and of course Caleb. Have I forgotten anyone?"
"My young sister Alice," Justin said, "she is a fan of Andy's and would die if forgotten. It will be quite a party."
"That's no problem for Andy, he loves parties," Mark said. "I suppose you realise that Paul, as well as both Max and Justin's father was on the board of directors with Philip. I feel sure that it would be a more acceptable reason to have a memorial dinner and that would let Justin off the hook of seeking his mother's support. Maybe he could let her know how matters stand and encourage opportunities to identify the benefits of Bob and Mark's friendship."
"Spot on," shouted Bob. "That's it, Ok Justin?"
Justin was grinning. "Rather, and no doubt Ned and Alice will be only too pleased to stick their oar in."
"The same goes for Luke. It will be a very interesting party," Mark said.
Next morning Andy phoned Paul to invite him and Peter to the memorial dinner as well as to tell him that they hoped it would help to change the attitude of Max's mother towards Bob. Paul thought it was a good idea and suggested that the dinner be held on the Saturday evening 2 weeks prior to Christmas when they were all more likely to be available. He then called Leonard Ferguson and Richard Anderson to invite them to a dinner with his family to commemorate similar occasions with his parents, Celia and Philip Wilson. He said he wanted to preserve the contacts his parents had including those with their children. Leonard accepted the invitation enthusiastically especially when told fellow directors Richard Anderson and Paul Jenson would be coming. Richard Anderson was unsure at first until Andy told him that Justin was a friend and that Paul Jenson and Leonard Ferguson would be there as well as Mark's parents, brother and sister. He said he would get back to him. Andy then called John to tell him about the progress and invite them all to the dinner, emphasising that Luke and Susan were important participants.
The rest of the morning was spent engaging the caterers he knew he could rely on to provide an excellent meal but still telling them that the meal had to be exceptional. He knew they would provide an impressive menu. Then he called a florist with a reputation as an outstanding floral artist, and discussed displays for the hall, lounge and dining room. By the time he and Mark sat down for lunch, he felt satisfied that the planning was well on the way. Mark had prepared a checklist and together they made sure they had provided for each item. That evening Richard Anderson returned the call to tell Andy that his family were accepting the invitation and looking forward seeing him again. "Justin says he will never forgive me if we refuse." Andy chuckled, "I bet", as he hung up the phone. Leonard Ferguson also rang to confirm that Beatrice and he would be coming to the dinner. He mentioned that the inclusion of the Andersons did encourage her acceptance.
Bob and Max had been sailing at a regatta all day and were tired when they arrived home but on hearing about Andy's efforts, were excited by his enthusiasm and progress.
"I have a suggestion that I think will set a stamp on the occasion, Andy said. "I'll show you what I would like." He left the sitting room to return after a few minutes wearing a royal blue velvet jacket with gold buttons, well cut black trousers, a light orange shirt with a ruffle down the front and a royal blue bow tie. With his wavy blonde hair, Andy looked stunning.
"My god darling, you look beautiful," Mark said.
"If we are all similarly dressed for the dinner, I feel sure it will emphasise that we are very much one family," Andy said, "how about it?"
At first Bob thought it was 'a bit over the top', but as they discussed it he felt inclined to agree.
"That is the rig Andy wears for his recitals," Mark said. "I wear a brown velvet jacket and bow tie with a similar white shirt."
Max thought it was a good idea. "You do mean to include me?" he said anxiously.
"Of course," Bob said, "the message to you mother will then be very clear. I think I would look good in black velvet with silver buttons, what colour would you choose?"
"Ruby red with gold buttons," Max quickly replied.
"So we all agree?" Andy still wanted confirmation, maybe he was asking too much of Max and Bob.
"Your colour combinations was chosen to enhance your recitals Andy, ours should do the same. Black with red does reflect the exciting music of the guitar, our instrument, Would you not agree Bob?" Max asked.
"Sure it also adds an element of mystery and a more glamorous combination," Bob replied.
"Certainly more sexy," Andy added. "So you agree?" They both nodded. "Tomorrow we visit my tailor, we will look terrific."
Max was out of bed as soon as he heard the boy delivering the morning paper. He scanned each page for the report on the Coroner's Court hearing as he returned to Bob. It was on page 2, next to a photograph of Bob with Luke and himself. Bob had been given the name Dickinson, the reporter having missed Robert's correction in the courtroom. It was a brief account of the events prior to the suicide, emphasising the infidelity of his wife as the possible cause though his son's sexuality was not mentioned.
Justin rang when they were at breakfast. He was delighted that his family would be at the dinner. Andy asked him if his father had seen the morning paper and the photo of Bob. He hadn't and said that he did not intend to mention it to his father but would let Andy know if there were any response if he noticed Max in the picture.
There was a broad smile on the tailor's face when he saw Andy and the others enter his shop. He knew profitable sales were imminent. It was the choice of the red velvet that was difficult. Max chose a brilliant shade reminiscent of a gleaming ruby. The tailor took Bob and Max's measurements after they had chosen a style of jacket that accentuated their physique. They then were fitted with black form fitting trousers. Max chose a gold coloured shirt and Bob a white one the same style as Andy's, and then bow ties matching the colour of their jackets. The first fitting would be in 3 days.
Bob and Max were on a high, thrilled by their new rig. Bob grabbed Max as they left the shop and waltzed him along the footpath much to the amusement of the pedestrians.
"I'm dreading the cost," Max quietly said to Bob.
"No sweat, I told the tailor to include it on my account. We are out to impress, more important I want everyone to want to come back, to want to be our friends. I want our home to be an open home when your Mum will drop in any time."
The days before the dinner seemed to fly. The new clothes looked splendid and fitted like a glove. Andy and Mark were very impressed. Andy managed to discover the colour of the dresses the women would be wearing and ordered corsages that would complement them appropriately. He enjoyed these events and organised them like a military operation. Appropriate music was selected for each period, prior to the dinner, to accompany each course, and over coffee. Between courses the 4 hosts would swap their seats spread among the guests. "Try to discover any interests that we can include in our entertainment, specially from the younger folk. The age difference is quite a challenge," Andy said.
"Maybe Luke might like to show them round," Mark said. "I know they would like to see your CD collection and even hear some trial tapes.?
Andy groaned, "that would ruin my reputation."
"Not for a fan, I bet your gold and silver discs will interest them."
"I know they would like to hear you sing some of your hits," Max said.
The florist arrived with his assistant early morning of the day of the dinner. The hall and lounge were soon a blaze of colour as they created magnificent floral features. Elizabeth, the housekeeper had made sure all the silver was polished and began setting the extended dining room table during the morning. The best silver service and dinner set with a damask tablecloth and napkins which had not been used since the death of Celia and Philip. She was determined the table would be as elegant as when they were the hosts. At midday the caterers arrived with his assistants to complete the preparation of the meal, and the waiters at 4.30 to check the table was ready and the wine chilled. Andy had selected a wide variety of drinks including the best wines and spirits from his cellar. The dining room had more modest floral arrangements but just as colourful. Everyone agreed that the decorations were impressive.
John and Ruth with Luke and Susan arrived mid afternoon. They were speechless when they saw the flowers and were slow reaching their bedrooms, reluctant to leave the displays. By 5 the boys had showered and were dressed in their smart colourful outfits. Luke roared with laughter commenting that they were suitable butterflies to grace the floral arrangements. His mother told him to behave himself. Mark's family were impressed and agreed they did look very smart.. Andy was getting increasingly agitated, the corsages had not arrived while Mark kept reassuring him they would be there on time. They arrived a few minutes later.
The Andersons were the first to arrive with Caleb driving Justin. Introductions took a little time for Andy and Mark before ushering them into the lounge were waiters were serving drinks. Paul and Peter were next to arrive followed soon after by Beatrice and Leonard. Luke and Justin soon made the others feel relaxed as they plied them with drinks and nibbles. A waiter with a large silver salver on which were the corsages took them to Andy. Max and Mark joined him and each took the corsage designated for his mother and sister and attached them to her dress, he then kissed her. Andy did the same with those for Alice and Jennifer Anderson. The women were delighted. Max gently hugged his mother after the kiss. She whispered, "I love your jacket Maxwell, you look wonderful." Susan and Alice were thrilled and were soon admiring each other's corsage.
"The butterflies don't need flowers," Luke said.
"Luke's jealous," Justin said with a grin. "Caleb nearly qualified."
"No way, I'm all male," he protested.
"Of course you are sweetie," Alice said as she moved closer to Luke. "Are you taking me into dinner?"
Luke bowed deeply, "I'm, honoured m'lady."
Ned grinned at Susan. "Am I also honoured?"
"Of course since you are the best looking available guy. I won't tell my boyfriend that you're much better looking." Susan hid her face in her corsage.
Alice hooted, "Ned you've got competition." Ned blushed.
Beatrice and Jennifer soon had Ruth fully involved as they continued to admire the decorations. "I never thought our hosts would have dressed so handsomely for the occasion. Don't they look impressive?" Ruth said. "Mark was far too shy before he met Andy."
"Then Andrew is such an extrovert, always theatrical," Beatrice replied, "very much like his mother."
"His brother seems to be so quiet," Jennifer said.
"Bob is Andy's half-brother, same father, different mother," Ruth interjected.
"Really!" Jennifer sounded surprised. "I never would have thought Philip was a philanderer. I can see the likeness. I wonder who his mother was."
"There are framed photographs on that side table, including one of Bob's real parents." Ruth moved towards the table followed by Beatrice and Jennifer. Beatrice lifted the one of Philip and June. "Robert told me this is his mother, she was murdered. Did you know her Ruth?"
"Poor Bob," Jennifer was mortified.
"No, I never met her even though Bob has been a friend of Lukes," Ruth replied. " Luke knew her but always believed that Dickinson was Bob's father. She left a letter with her lawyer in which she told Bob that Philip Wilson was his father. When it was confirmed by DNA tests, Bob changed his name to Wilson."
"It's a shame he did not inherit any of Philip's wealth," Jennifer said.
"Andy thought so too; he was so delighted with his brother, they truly liked each other and are proving to be very compatible. He has decided to give him half of the inheritance from his father. Bob is now also very wealthy. They share everything. It is as if they have always lived together."
Beatrice noticed a third framed studio photograph of the 4 boys dressed in their velvet jackets. Andy was holding Mark around the waist, he was laughing as he looked into Marks smiling face. Next to them stood Max with his arm around Bob waist, they held hands as they smiled at each other clearly showing their affection. There were tears in Beatrice's eyes. Jennifer looked at the photograph.
"I can see Bob and Max are very much in love. I hope they will always be very happy together," she said.
"Do you really mean that Jennifer, Maxwell's not gay."
"Come on Bea, we all know that Max is gay. Justin told us years ago. Leonard seems to have accepted it and Bob is a fine young man."
Beatrice looked at Ruth and in a voice that sounded desperate asked her, "how do you feel about Andrew and Mark's partnership?"
With a broad smile she replied, " all of us are delighted. They are passionately in love and totally committed to each other. Mark is so ambitious for Andy that he gives him a hard time. Andy is very much one of our family."
"But they are gay," Beatrice protested.
"So are Justin and Caleb and it makes no difference to us either," Jennifer said, "we love them both."
Beatrice did not say anything more as she continued to look at the photograph. She struggled with her conflicting feelings then took a deep breath and said, "I want one of this, I guess I've acquired another son." She wiped her eyes with her lace handkerchief.
Andy stopped behind her. "We are about to go into dinner." He saw Beatrice with the photograph. "Do you like it, we think it is rather good, would you like one?"
Her face lit up, "very much so, it's delightful," she replied and she gave Andy a kiss.
There was a lot of hilarity from the young people as Andy led the way to the dining room. He had given careful consideration to the placement of the guests around the table and had their printed names where they were to be seated. Max was between Susan and Alice, Bob between Peter and Leonard, Mark between Beatrice and Richard and Andy between Ruth and Jessica. Andy used the remote control to switch the Baroque background music to the dining room speakers as the waiters began serving the soup. The pre-dinner drinks had helped the guests to mix so that the dinner conversation was already flowing freely. Beatrice was a little subdued but with Mark's encouragement she was soon reminiscing about Max's childhood.
"He is a terrific guy, we are so glad he and Bob are such close friends," Mark said.
"Don't you mean lovers?" there was a disconcerting sharpness in Beatrice's voice.
"Well yes, it is a very sincere love that they feel for each other. Andy and I believe it will endure."
"Is Bob a faithful friend?" She sounded very anxious.
"I have no doubt about that, he sacrificed his home for his friendship with Eric. It was Eric who left Bob. He will fight to keep Max."
With the serving of the entree the 4 hosts relocated so that Bob was now between Leonard and Peter.
"I saw your photo with the Coroner's Court report in the morning paper," Leonard said. "I'm sorry, you've had a terrible experience."
"Thanks, has Justin told you why I now live with Andy and Mark?"
"Yes, he says that Philip is your real father. I find that hard to believe. I thought I knew him and that he was not interested in other women."
"My mother really loved him and I am the result."
"How is it working out living with Andy and Mark?"
"It couldn't be better. They are very busy with their music and now Max has taught me the guitar, we are also becoming part of the music scene as well."
"Max is a great guy."
Bob could not reply, his emotion made it impossible. A mouthful of food provided an opportunity to restore his feelings. "The best, life would be impossible without him. Can you understand? Max tells me that Justin feels the same way about Caleb." Bob sighed before he continued, "I wish Beatrice appreciated what we mean to each other. Some day she might realise that we will never be parted. Mark' family are so supportive."
"So were Andy's parents when they were alive," Richard replied. "Justin told me he loved coming here, he said their understanding and encouragement always made him feel more confident."
As the waiter removed the entree plate, Max stood behind Bob. "Time to move on," he said, "Peter is going to tell me about Andy's wayward youth."
Peter grinned, "that is going to take more than one course," he said as Max sat down..
Mark was now sitting between Susan and Alice. "Are you still in the school choir Susan?" he asked as the fish consomme was placed before him. She nodded with a mouthful of consomme.
"I'm going to miss it next year. I've been taking a few solos, they tell me I'm quite good." She gave an embarrassed smile.
"Do you sing Alice?"
Ned answered for her. "Alice is very good. Ouch!" Alice had kicked his leg. "She really is."
"Will you show me?" Mark asked. "Susan promised to bring her latest hit with her."
"I never did." Susan protested. She turned to Ned, "he always makes me sing whenever he sees me. I'm sure you don't want to hear my warbling."
"That's right, we don't," Luke interjected.
"Shut up Luke or you will have to sing as well and that will be purgatory. Right after dinner Alice and Susan will entertain us."
"Now I wont be able to eat my dinner," Alice replied. "I'm so nervous. Of course if Ned and Justin join me I might."
"I will if Susan joins me," Ned replied.
"And if Caleb joins me," Justin laughed.
"Now I have a small choir," Mark said delighted. "With Bob and Max on guitar we should make quite an impression."
"Andy can't escape making his contribution," Luke demanded.
"Don't worry, he wont, my mother will make sure of that," Mark replied.
During the main course of venison medallions, asparagus, kumera, roast potatoes and minted peas, Andy sat between Beatrice and Leonard. He knew she was a keen supporter of the opera and soon had her captivated with news and gossip about the local scene.
"Are you in an opera next year?" Beatrice asked.
"I am taking a lead in Aida," he replied
"That's quite a challenge, isn't it?" Leonard said.
"It is but the producer thinks I'm ready. Mark will make sure I manage it, he is a brilliant coach. My success is due to that guy. Now he wants me to enter the Mobile Song Quest next year."
"If you won that, your career could really get a boost," Leonard said.
"Is Maxwell proving to be a welcome guest?" Beatrice asked.
Andy looked surprised. "Max is not a guest, he is one of the family. He is a terrific guy. My brother and he are very much in love and very supportive of each other. We share this home and it will be Bob and Max's when Mark and I live in London in the apartment in Knightsbridge. It used to be Celia and Philip's."
"What do they intend to do next year?" Leonard asked.
"They are talking about attending law school and ultimately buying into a partnership."
"Max can't afford that," he replied.
"He has no need to worry, Bob now has half my father's estate and intends to support Max."
Beatrice looked annoyed. "I don't think Maxwell will want to feel dependent."
"He's left Bob in no doubt of that so they have come to an arrangement. Like me they are making some records using my agent to promote them. If they are good I hope they will get some hits My albums are very lucrative."
"Who looks after your estate?" Leonard knew it was considerable.
"My godfather, Paul Jenson, he also looks after Bob's estate. He regularly discusses our portfolios with us, when we include Mark and Max."
Leonard now found that his meal needed his undivided attention. Beatrice also concentrated on her meal. Leonard set down his knife and fork, swallowed then said to Andy. "Mark and Max are more than friends."
"Absolutely, they are partners. Mark and I have been a committed for 2 years, I feel sure Bob and Max are developing a similar relationship." Andy attacked the venison. "I would like you to discuss our arrangements with Paul. I know Bob feels the same. He wants you and Beatrice to feel comfortable about Max's involvement."
"We would like to." Beatrice ended her silence. Leonard seemed surprised at his wife's determination.. "The future of our son is very much our concern."
Leonard was sitting next to Paul who had been listening to Andy's conversation with Beatrice and Leonard. Since Andy had offered his involvement he decided he should now contribute. "Leonard you have never visited Peter and me at Raumati although you have probably visited the beach house of our neighbour Celia and Philip. Wilson."
"Many times, Celia and Philip were close friends."
"If you are free tomorrow would you care to have lunch with us and revisit those memories?"
Leonard checked with Beatrice and they enthusiastically accepted the invitation.
The sweet was an elaborate sculpture of fresh and crystallised fruits, pavlova and ice-cream, a specialty of the caterer. Max was now sitting between Ruth and Jessica.
"How are you adjusting to Andy's energetic life?" Ruth asked him.
Max groaned. "We are getting used to it. Music morning, noon and night was a bit of an ordeal at first, now that we play the guitar we are part of the same scene."
"Justin tells me that you were the star of the student's talent night."
"No that was Andy, who could compete with that voice?"
"He will sing for us tonight?" Ruth asked anxiously.
Max laughed. "I overheard Justin and Luke making sure he will. I also heard him persuading Ned and Alice.
Jessica laughed. "If he has succeeded, we are in for a treat, they are good, in spite of my bias."
There was a flurry at the end of the table as the young folk left, giggling among themselves. Andy's offer of returns of the sweets were rejected. He told them coffee was being served on the lounge. As he passed the music room, Andy saw Ned with Bob's guitar and others looking through sheet music and discs. Alice drew Ned's attention to a score she held. Waiters were serving coffees with mints. Leonard stood looking at the photographs. He lifted that of the 4 boys and carefully examined it before similarly looking at that of Philip and June. Andy could hear Alice singing so he switched the remote control to 'mics'. "Love lifts us up where we belong" accompanied by a guitar came from the speakers. Jessica stopped speaking to Paul, distracted by the familiar voice of her daughter, then backed by the voices of Ned and Justin. At it's conclusion they could hear the congratulations of the others.
"Andy it's not fair. We want to enjoy the music as well," Paul said. Richard agreed and disappeared returning with he others. Mark immediately sat at the grand piano, Alice carried a pile of sheet music, Max had his guitar and Ned had Bob's. Susan was sorting the scores and, on recognising a familiar number squealed with delight, and placed it on a separate pile. Luke joined his father. Ned returned the guitar to Bob who then with Max stood behind Mark as Susan fed him with her choice. It was a delightful concert. Backed by Ned, Caleb and Justin with Bob and Max on Guitar and Mark on piano, Alice and Susan sang "The way we were", "Bright Eyes", "Do you know where you are going to", Ned sang "Unchained Melody" and "The Rose". Justin and Caleb together sang "An Englishman in New York" and "Alfie". By now the velvet jackets had been removed.
"They're incredible, for there has been no rehearsals," Luke said.
"Our kids are always singing the latest hits," Jessica replied.
Max and Bob tuned their guitars then Bob played "Cavatina." Andy joined him with the lyrics set to the same melody, "He was so beautiful". It was obvious who Andy was singing for his eyes never left Mark. Everybody wanted an encore. Then Max joined Bob to play as a duet "Recuerdos de la Alhambra" and "Sevilla". They were good and everyone showed their appreciation. Justin sang Neil Diamond's "Hello my friends, hello" followed by Susan with Bacarack's "Close to you", then together they sang the Mammas and the Papas "Monday Monday".
There was a whoop from Alice. "Andy I heard you sing this once, it's out of this world, it's "The first time ever I saw your face."" Mark began playing the introduction. Andy stood behind him, his hands on his shoulders, and sang it with all the emotion of a confession. Most of the listeners were deeply moved.
"Would you sing "Songs of Liberation"? Max asked.
Andy looked surprised. "Are you sure?"
Max looked at Bob, "quite sure." Mark went to the music room and returned with a bound score. The reason for his hesitancy was soon apparent for the message the songs conveyed so much referred to Bob and Max. He sang 4 songs. "Is there a place for us?" then "All I want is you to be here with me", "Will there be a choice", and finally "All my life I've been in hiding here, now that you've found me, deliver me". There were tears in Max's eyes as he finished. He hugged Andy, then Bob. Mark quickly began "Killing me softly with your song" which Alice and Ned sang as a duet, Andy joined them.
"Now a selection from your albums," Caleb said, " and don't forget "Time to say goodbye for Ruth.".
Bob and Max had made guitar arrangements to several of Andy's hits, so he chose those. They sounded as fresh as ever and delighted everyone. When he sang "Time to say goodbye", the emotion he felt when he sang it at his parents funeral, was again apparent.
Everyone believes that is your signature song Andy," Jessica said. "It is always a spellbinder. The guitars have added another dimension, it sounds wonderful."
The waiters appeared with supper and the entertainers welcomed the food and the opportunity to relax. Beatrice went over to Bob and Max, she looked delighted.
"You play so beautifully, I very much enjoyed your duets and solos."
"It is due to Max, he is a wonderful tutor," Bob replied.
"You are a great combination. I am beginning to understand. Those songs you asked Andy to sing gave me an important message Maxwell, I have a better understanding of how you are feeling. I'm sorry it has taken me so long."
She hugged Max then Bob. "Leonard and I would like you both to have Christmas with us." Then as if she had forgotten she added, "Andy has given me a copy of the Wilson clan, I love it." She smiled, then Max and Bob both kissed her before she returned to Leonard.
The cars had gone and the boys were stretched out in the sitting room when Ruth and John wished them goodnight as they went up to bed.
"Its been an outstanding success, a memorable dinner and evening," Ruth said.
Andy gave a victory sign. "We think Max and Bob are now back in the bosom of the family. Beatrice now understands and accepts, hallelujah!." She returned his victory sign.
Max and Bob hugged Ruth then kissed her. "You and Jessica helped a lot as did your families. It was the examples of supportive families that changed her mind."
"So did those beautiful Songs of Liberation. Max and Bob, I am so happy for you both, sleep well."
"I know we will, my love and I," Max replied.
"Tomorrow the sun will be shining more brightly than ever, tonight the mists cleared for mother now knows how much we mean to each other."
Max snuggled against Bob's warm body and into the arms wrapped about him. He giggled, "don't you think we were very much looking like family tonight, those jackets are so smart, so much alike that, it was obvious we are connected." He thought about it. "Of course our music also confirmed we are a well tuned ensemble. God it was a night I will never forget. Everyone worked so hard for us, for me, and it really did influence mother's attitude for the better. Bob, don't you feel it, our future looks so much brighter?"
Bob's thoughts were wandering but Max's question was given immediate attention. He hugged him. "I sure do. Beatrice was deeply moved by her impressions tonight. That group photography affected her a lot. Andy invited her and Leonard to discuss our financial arrangements with Paul. He has invited them to lunch with him and Peter tomorrow. It has all helped. We need no longer feel constrained by negative attitudes and feelings from Beatrice."
Max kissed Bob's lips then his chest. He closed his eyes, and conscious only of the joy he felt, his hands stroke Bob's body, aware only of the limitless love he felt for him. Tomorrow was a new day without shadows, free from fear and with a love shared that knew no bounds.
End.
The author Stewart Ransom invites comments. NB New E-mail address: ransoms@xtra.co.nz