Date: Wed, 3 May 2000 09:23:46 +1200
From: ransoms <ransoms@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: Cost of Love Part 5 replacement Final

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