Journey to Love 31
Journey to Love
Chapter Thirty-one
Key West Again
by Sequoyah
edited by Cole, Peter and Scott
Preface warnings apply.
©Sequoyah
The day following my return from Key West, I ran a taxi service from the airport. Levi and Telvin were the first to arrive. Both had an extra bag filled with gifts they purchased in London, Paris, and Amsterdam.
On the way back to the house, Levi said, “DOD (for ‘Dear Old Dad’, Levi’s name for his father) thought he could get me in Europe where I’d be all jet-lagged and slip one over on me. He wrote the first of March that we needed to discuss a provision of Mom's will, but unfortunately, he would be in Europe until June. 'The matter is urgent and if you could get away and fly to Europe, I will pay for your ticket.' I immediately smelled a rat and wrote back, 'I have spring break coming up and could meet you in Paris. However, I am a diver and, as you know, divers can make mistakes and injure their backs. Unfortunately, I am not perfect. I am afraid my back cannot tolerate a plane seat for very long.' I didn’t exactly lie. I didn’t say I had injured my back. I knew if he had a scheme going, he would offer to fly me business class. When he did, I wrote him saying in that case, I thought I could make it. He purchased a ticket for me and I exchanged it and purchased one for Telvin on a different flight. We flew to London three days before we were scheduled to arrive in Paris. We slept in, did a bit of exploring, and made love. Refreshed and relaxed, we left for Paris aboard the Eurostar at noon the day we were scheduled to land in Paris.
"I certainly didn't trust my father and suggested we take a taxi to the airport and wait in the international terminal until our scheduled flight landed. When it did, we joined the passengers leaving the terminal, caught a taxi and went to the hotel as though we had just arrived. When we checked into the hotel, I was given a message from my father saying we had dinner reservations for 8:00. Telvin and I were supposedly tired, jet-lagged and sleepy when we joined him and his gold-digging wife. It was hard to pull our act off since we’d had a wonderful, relaxing time in London and an easy trip to Paris, but we managed.
“As course followed course, each with its own wine, I caught DOD exchanging wine glasses with his wife. She was drinking most of hers and his. He was drinking little. I managed to let Telvin know what was going on. We proved we could also play the switch-the-glass game. The gold digger and Telvin were getting really drunk, but Telvin was holding his better than she was. To all appearances, I was as drunk as either of them.
“After dinner, DOD ordered brandy and when it arrived, said, ‘Do you mind getting our business out of the way?’ I half nodded drunkenly and he took papers from his coat pocket. ‘I don’t know why we haven’t noticed it before, but when I read your mother’s will to check something, I discovered there is a provision regarding Loch Katrine.’ Loch Katrine is our estate in Upstate New York. He folded pages of the will back and held a single page up so I could read. It was the provision giving him lifetime use of the estate. He said there was an option and semi-showed it to me. ‘I’m sure you don’t want to read all the legal mumbo-jumbo. Essentially it says that should I desire I can take a cash settlement instead of having use of the estate. Mrs. Epstein and I have discussed this and have decided we’ll take the cash settlement which is, as you can see, one million,’ he said, pointing to a paragraph in the will. I wasn’t supposed to have noticed he had flipped back a page. ‘All you need to do is to sign an acknowledgment that you agree to my accepting that option and you can be off to bed.’
“He slid a sheet of paper across to me. It simply stated that I agreed to DOD’s accepting one million dollars ($1,000,000.00) in exchange for release of any claim he had on Loch Katrine. As he reached in his pocket for a pen, I picked up the copy of the will he had put down, flipped through it until I reached the section dealing with the estate. The mumbo-jumbo read, ‘for a cash settlement of five hundred thousand dollars ($500,000.00)’. Suddenly sober, I said, ‘Sorry, Dear Old Dad, but there seems to be a mistake. Seems the will speaks of half a million, not a million.’ He looked chagrined and said, ‘My mistake.'
“There were four men I was sure were Americans seated at a table near us. I walked over to them and said, ‘Sorry to disturb you, but I am in dire need of some witnesses. I wonder if you would be willing to help me.’ I explained what I needed and one of them said, ‘No problem. Bring you father and the document over.’ When I did, all four witnessed the change of the one million to half a million and my father’s and my signatures by signing, dating and listing their address on the document. All DOD had to do was take the document to the trustee of the estate to get a check. I found out in addition to his free-spending wife, the upkeep on Loch Katrine, for which he was responsible, had cost him dearly recently and he was running out of money and needed cash.
“I picked up the copy of the will, which in fact I had never read, and when we got back to the room, read it carefully. There was a provision concerning me I had never been told about. It regarded my housing while in college and grad school. I could rent an apartment, or purchase a condo or house. If I elected the latter, I was authorized to spend up to a million dollars to purchase and renovate a house that's the number DOD showed me at the dinner table. Since Telvin and I plan on grad school, we’ll need a place for several more years and if we go elsewhere, it can always be rented to students or sold. Derek, my friend, you are about to lose a housemate, not, I’m sure, something that will be upsetting you a great deal.”
“I’m happy for you two,” I said. “So I assume this means you are a serious couple.”
“You assume correctly.”
“We even discussed getting married in Europe,” Telvin said, “but decided it would be pretty much an empty gesture. But we will get married here in the States, not that Virginia will recognize it. Yeah, Derek, I--we--have never been so serious about anything. So what did you do during the break?”
I told them about DeAngelo making it possible for me to go to Key West and what all happened there. “But no boyfriend material?” Telvin asked.
“No, but I met another gay couple who give the lie to the ‘gays are all promiscuous’ stereotype.”
Jeremy arrived two hours after Levi and Telvin. I met him at the airport. He told me he’d had a great time and I could see the beginning of an absolutely beautiful tan. “Derek, you should have been with me! I think the place had a monopoly on beautiful men for spring break.”
“I guess my invitation got lost in the mail,” I laughed, and walked with him to the baggage claim area.
“Ha! No such thing. Those beautiful boys couldn’t take real competition. Sorry you had to spend your spring break here.”
“As a matter of fact, I didn’t. I spent it in Key West, the home of beautiful and ugly, young and old gay men.”
“You found a boyfriend!”
“Actually, I spent most of my time with two very handsome gay men, one white, one golden brown. They, however, are very much married regardless of what the State of Florida says. However, they are good friends and I hope to see them again.”