This story is a continuation of the story of Kevin Foley, Rick Mashburn, and their "sons," Tim Murphy, Kyle Goodson, Justin Davis, and Brian Mathews that started in "Tim," continued in "Justin" and "Kyle," and now continues in "Kyle, Part 2." It is about gay men and gay boys living and loving together as a family, and it contains descriptions of sex, but the sex is never intergenerational. If you are offended by descriptions of gay sex, or if the law in your area forbids you to read them, please exit the story. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it. I appreciate feedback, and you can send it to me at email@example.com.
Kyle, Part 2
After our big night on the town, we slept in the next morning. Rick was already awake when I woke up around nine o'clock.
"Happy anniversary," he whispered to me when I was awake enough to be aware of my surroundings. "I love you, Kevin."
"Happy anniversary. I love you, too. Gimme a kiss."
He kissed me. And then he kissed me again.
"I love you so much I could eat you up," he said.
"Don't eat me," I teased and stretched and rubbed myself against him. The bed was warm and cozy, and it felt so good to be there next to my man.
"Did you ever think it was going to be this good," he asked.
"Never. I never really thought I could be even half as happy as I am. We're a good pair, aren't we?"
"I'll say we are."
Rick started rubbing my chest, and I started rubbing his butt. We kissed again, long, slow, and passionate. His penis and mine were touching, and we started rocking against one another, our mouths locked and our tongues caressed one another.
"I want to do this with you forever," he said. "I never want to get up."
We intensified the pressure we exerted against one another. We reached around each other and pressed each other's buttocks to somehow get closer together. Our thrusting was in total sync with each other, and our bodies almost seemed to lose their separateness. As his semen coated me and mine coated him, the essence of our maleness, of our selfhood, flowed together. We slumped against one another, totally fulfilled and totally happy.
We stayed that way for a time. Eventually, though, we had to get up. Our things were packed, but there were several last-minute details that we had to attend to, the most immediate of which was a shower.
"If it was just going to be the boys with us, I'd want us to leave our cum right where it is," I said. "I love having you on me."
"I love the way it smells," he said.
We got up and showered together. After such an intense love session, I didn't think we would arouse one another again in the shower. I was wrong, though. As Rick gave himself to me, I felt his life inside my body, his life and his love. We were totally connected. Forever.
When we got downstairs, everybody was at the dining room table, waiting for us.
"Happy anniversary," they all said in one voice.
The table was set with the best china, silver, and crystal. The flower arrangement from the night before had been replaced by a new and smaller one, more fitting to a wedding anniversary than to Christmas. There was a gift wrapped in white wrapping paper between the plates at the only two empty places at the table.
"Mom! You didn't have to go to all this trouble," I said.
"I didn't. Your sons did," she said.
Kyle was grinning his ass off, and I knew he had put the boys up to it. As soon as we were seated, he and the others got up and went into the kitchen. They came back in a few seconds loaded down with platters of food. Apparently Odille had been drafted to come in that morning to cook breakfast for us, and the food looked and smelled wonderful.
My dad said the quick Catholic blessing, and we started breakfast. After we finished eating, we opened our gift. The traditional first anniversary gift was paper in some form, and our gift was a magnificent water color painting on--what else?--paper. It was rolled up in a tube for ease of travel.
We thanked everyone for the gift and for going to the trouble of putting on such a nice meal.
Then we got busy. We made the boys strip their beds, and we stripped ours, as well. I took the sheets and towels they had used to the laundry room and separated out the ones that had dried (or not-so-dried) cum on them to put in the machine. I didn't think Odille should be subjected to having to deal with the output of seven cum spouts.
Saying goodbye was a tearful occasion for a few of us. My mother openly wept as she kissed and hugged each of us goodbye. Rita cried, too, probably out of some sense of loyalty to her gender, or something. She and my mom had obviously gotten to be very close in the time we were there, and they parted with many promises of phone calls and e-mails.
"We're coming back in six weeks," Gene said, a little impatient with the ladies.
As we were getting into the car, Kyle's cell phone rang, and he answered it. It was Craig calling to tell him and the rest of us goodbye. Finally, after our protracted farewell, we shut the doors of the cars and took off. Jeff was riding with us on that trip, and Gene, Rita, and George were together in their car. We had decided not to try to stay together on the way home, and, once we were on the Interstate, Gene knew his way home.
One of the things we always did on the way home from a vacation when I was a kid was to play a little game called "Best and Worst." Essentially, it was a way to debrief the trip and to talk about the adventures we had had. Each person takes a turn to say what the best thing was he had done and what the worst thing was.
"Guys, let's play Best and Worst," I said.
"What is that," Justin asked. I explained the procedure.
"Start us off, Jus," I said.
"Well, the whole thing is my best. The past five days have been the best time I've ever had in my life, and I'm not shitting you, either."
"Yeah, but you've got to be more specific than that. What was the one thing we did that you liked the very best," I said.
He sighed heavily. "Y'all come back to me. I need to think about that for a minute," he said.
"Okay. Tim. Your turn. Best and worst," I said.
"The best for me was the zoo. I really liked those monkeys," he said.
"Yeah, 'cause you're a monkey," Kyle said. "And you know just what kind of monkey you are, too."
"What was the worst, Tim?"
"I would say probably that big museum next to the church," he said.
"That was the Presbytere, and, yeah, I can understand that," I said. "Jeff, you go next."
"The best is easy. That would be getting my medicine," he said.
"What medicine did you get," Justin asked. "Did somebody give you drugs, son?"
"I got medicine for depression. Grandma gave me a prescription for it, and it works great," he said.
"I noticed you seemed to perk up after we went to that nice restaurant," Kyle said. "I figured I was just being extra cute, and that's what made you happy."
Jeff laughed. "You do make me happy when you're cute, Kyle, but even you couldn't be cute enough to overcome that depression I had. I'm better now. I still think about Clay 24 / 7, but now it's like he's here with me, having fun with me. Is that too weird?"
"It's not weird at all, if that's the way you feel, Bubba," Kyle said. "What was your worst thing?"
"I would say that the jazz museum is tied with that museum Tim said," Jeff told us.
"Okay, Kyle. Your turn," I said.
"My best was the night we gave out presents and danced. I had a great time. My worst was those same two museums. I liked the Mardi Gras one and the Voodoo one, but those other ones had too many things I wasn't interested in," he said. "Except the model ships. They were sort of cool."
"Okay, Brian," I said.
"We're just talking about public stuff, right? Not private stuff?"
"I know what you're thinking about," Justin said, with a sinister cackle.
"Yeah, public stuff, Brian," I said.
"I think the zoo was the best, and the museums were the worst, except for the Voodoo Museum," he said.
"Are you ready yet, Justin," I asked.
"Yeah, my best was the racetrack, and my worst was the..."
"Museums," everybody said in unison.
"How'd you know that?"
We all laughed.
"Rick, your turn," I said.
"Public stuff only. Hmmm."
"Kevin, did you treat your boy real good there, stud," Justin teased. "You put Kevin in the sack with a big ole fine boy like Rick, and you have to invent a new name for it."
Everybody was laughing, including me, but I put on my pretend stern face.
"Am I fixin' to get a private talk, Kevin," Jus teased.
"No, but you need one," I said through my laughter.
"Okay. My favorite thing was the racetrack, too. I had never been to the races before, and I really enjoyed that," Rick said. "My worst was the..."
"Museums," everyone said again.
It was my turn.
"Okay. My favorite thing was the gift night, too, Kyle. Museums were my worst," I said.
"Oh, no fair," Tim said, laughing.
"Why the hell did we go to those museums, anyway," Rick asked.
"Well, we'll know better next time, but it was my dad, Babe. You saw how excited he was with all that old shit. We're going to have to visit every one on that list he made, so we might as well get used to the idea. We'll tell him we want to space them out, though. One, or even two, aren't terrible, but we went to like six museums in a row," I said.
"There are some I'd like to see, for sure. The Confederate one and the military one. For sure the one on D-Day. I saw a thing on the news about it. It's supposed to be one of the best in the country for that kind of thing," Rick said.
"Do you all want to do another round of Best and Worst," I asked.
"Let's keep talking about what we liked without taking turns," Kyle said. "I really, really liked that play we went to. That was my second favorite thing, in fact. I meant to buy the CD, but I forgot."
"I've got the CD," I said.
"But I don't," he replied.
"You can have it. In fact, I've got two different versions of it, the New York version and the London version," I said.
"How are they different," he asked.
"They aren't a whole lot different, but a couple of songs are different," I said.
"I liked the play a lot, too," Tim said. "And I thought that theater was beautiful."
"One thing I liked a lot was the Christmas lights," Jus said. "I hadn't ever seen many of those before. I really liked that."
"The ones in the park were the best," Brian said, "but the ones Grandma had put out were better because she did it for us."
"I think you're Grandma's little pet," Justin said, teasing him.
"Him? What about you, dude," Kyle said. "You're the one she dropped everything for because your ass was on fire."
"How is your ass, by the way," Rick asked. "Did Grandma check it out for you?"
"Yeah. She said I was fully healed and recovered. She was very complimentary of my ass, too. She said I had the cutest one of all the boys," he said.
Rick and I started laughing our heads off. I could just imagine my mother saying something like that, and I knew he was thinking the same thing.
"I think your ass is cute, stud," Kyle said. "Do you like mine." He was trying to imitate Chad, but he wasn't doing a very good job of it.
"You need to start wiping your ass when you take a shit, buddy. That's all I've got to say about it," Justin said.
We all laughed.
"That boy last night thought you had a cute ass. He wanted to get his weenie up in that thing. He didn't know your personal hygiene problem, though. He thought you had some cute tits, too," Jus said.
"You're just jealous 'cause he didn't want none of you," Kyle said.
"What are you guys talking about," I asked. I figured that was what Cherie had told us about.
"This guy put a move on me while we were dancing at the first club last night," Kyle said.
"What happened," I asked.
"Well, I was waiting for the next song to start 'cause the DJ had fucked up or something, and he came up to me and said hi, what was my name. I told him Kyle, and he said that was his favorite name. Then he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk to get to know him better. He started rubbing my nipple, complimenting my ring and the little gay thing hanging from it."
"Did that make you hard," Jus asked.
"I already was hard from dancing with Tim, and he noticed. He reached down and started rubbing it through my jeans. When he did that, I told him I was with somebody and that I didn't want to go anywhere with him. He asked me if I was from there and could he call me. I told him no. That was it."
"Damn, I didn't see him rubbing your dick, man," Justin said. "I'm surprised you didn't punch his lights out."
"Why do that? He was cruising. I was fair game, I guess. He didn't know I was mar...er, in love,"
He had started to say he was married, and Tim picked right up on that and got a huge grin on his face.
"It sounds like you handled it well," I said. "You're right, Kyle. You were fair game, as far as he knew. Did you guys like the gay clubs as much as you thought you would?"
"That first one was fun, but I thought the music was too loud," Kyle said. "I really liked dancing, though."
"Me, too," the others said.
"I thought that strip show at the second one sucked, though. That dude needs to get a life, if he thought that was sexy," Kyle said.
"I thought so, too, Kyle," Rick said. "I went to a place like that once in college, only it was a topless girl dancing on the bar. She was chewing bubble gum and blowing bubbles. She looked like she was bored to death, and I certainly was."
"Ewww," Brian said.
"I thought that third place was kind of scary at first," Tim said. "I almost didn't go shoot pool because I didn't want those guys looking at me."
"Who was that guy you were talking to right before we left, Kev," Justin asked.
"Paul Russo," I said. "He was a friend of mine from high school. I saw him talking to you guys while you were playing pool."
"Yeah, he asked us if you were Kevin Foley," Jus said. "I told him I didn't know your last name. I said you had bought me a beer and a pack of cigarettes so I'd suck your dick."
"You're really funny when you're in a good mood, Jus," I said. "Like today. Most of the trip, really."
"Yeah. I want to say I'm sorry for acting like a butthole on the way over, guys. Kyle had to straighten my ass out. He knows how to give private conversations, too, you know."
"He should. He's gotten enough of them of his own," Rick said.
"Yeah," Kyle said.
Justin spoke. "Y'all are going to think I'm being stupid or something, probably, but I'm going to say this anyway. I really love all of you, and I think I'm about the luckiest guy in the world to be here with you. I didn't even know what the word 'happy' meant before I came here. I know y'all have to stay on me and Kyle a little bit, but we also know it's 'cause you love us. Nobody ever cared enough to do that for me, and I want you to know I appreciate it."
"The same goes for me," Brian said.
"Me, too," Jeff said.
"Me, too," Kyle and Tim said in unison.
"I don't think you're being stupid at all, Jus," I said. "Rick and I do love you guys, in different ways for different reasons. You guys have given us tremendous joy, and we thank you for that."
"It's hard to believe that it was just a year ago today that Kevin and I got married," Rick said. "And in about three weeks it'll be a year since Tim's dad got called away to the Indian Ocean. That's really kind of what started all of this, isn't it?"
"It's been less than a year since you've known Tim and Kyle," Jus asked.
"Well, we knew Tim. He had even spent a few nights with us when his dad was out of town on business a few times. We met Kyle through Tim, though. Do you remember that night, guys," Rick asked.
"I do," Kyle said. "It was the night of the Super Bowl. You all had a party, and Tim invited me. That was a real milestone night for me."
"What happened that night," Jus asked.
"Lots of things. It was the first time I told anybody besides my parents that I was gay. It was the first time I kissed a boy."
"Who did you kiss? Rick?"
"Very funny, Justin. I actually wanted him to kiss me, but he kissed Tim instead. Remember that, guys," Rick said.
"Okay, so tell me what happened," Jus demanded.
Rick spoke. "We had had a party for the Super Bowl. We had taken Tim's dad to catch his plane for the Indian Ocean that afternoon, and then our friends came over for the game. Kyle was the last one to leave because he stayed to help us clean up. Kevin kissed me in the kitchen when we were finished, like we sometimes do, as you have all seen. Tim and Kyle hadn't seen that before, and they looked shocked."
"That was the first time I had ever seen two guys kiss," Kyle said. "I wasn't shocked, but it sort of took me by surprise."
"Then what happened," Jus asked.
"Well, to add a little humor to the situation, I said something like, 'Okay, who's next,' meaning who wanted to be next to kiss me. Nobody did, but Kyle grabbed Tim and laid some lips on him," Rick said.
"Was it a real get-hard-and-make-a-tent kind of kiss," Justin asked.
"Not that one. It was a few minutes later, though," Kyle said. "That's when I asked Tim if we could be boyfriends."
"What made you so brave that night, Kyle," Jeff asked. He had been fairly quiet, as he often was, but he was obviously listening.
"Being with Kevin and Rick and their friends," Kyle said. "I had never been around any gay men before, and they just seemed so normal and natural that I knew I could accept being gay. I knew I was. I had known it for a few years. I had told Tim that I thought I might be gay. That was on a campout when he and I were in the same tent. I almost kissed him that night, except damn Philip and Ryan came to get me to go smoke with 'em. I was so sexed up for him that night that I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than kiss him. He was already asleep when I got back, though."
"That really was quite a night for you, wasn't it, Kyle," I said.
"You mean Super Bowl night? It was the most important night of my life, Kevin," he said.
"I think it's so cool how all the parents are becoming good friends," Jeff said.
"It is, Jeff," I said. "We're starting to get deep family roots that are all crossed and interconnected, the way families are supposed to be. I absolutely love it. It looks like my mom has a new best friend in Rita, and I know my dad and George have gotten pretty close. And of course George and Gene are best friends. So there you go. I really like that."
"I think I might like to live in New Orleans one day," Jus said.
"Before you pack up, dude, I want to talk to you about an idea I had," I said to Justin.
"So talk," he said.
"Are you sure you don't want to wait until we're private," I asked.
"Do you need to get on to me about something," he asked.
"Aw, hell, no, man. I was extremely proud of the way you handled yourself on this trip, Jus. I was extremely proud of the way you all handled yourselves," I said.
"Kev, you've never seen me handle myself," he said in a pouty, hurt voice.
Rick and I cracked up.
"You truly are incorrigible," I said.
"Boys, that means I can't be corriged, but I can be porridged, or at least I can make the...never mind," he said.
"Go ahead and say it. You're on a roll," I said.
"I was fixin' to say at least I can make the cream for the porridge," he said.
"Yep. That's a new level of grossness, Jus," I said.
"I know. That's why I didn't say it until you forced it out of me," he said.
"Is Kevin being mean to you, Jus," Brian asked. "Do I need to kick his ass?"
"Yeah? You and what army, squirt," Rick asked, teasing Brian.
"Me," Kyle said.
"If he's a squirt, you're a dribble," Rick said to Kyle.
"He is not a dribble, Rick. He's a splash," Tim said.
"So was his brother," Jeff said, deadpan.
"It's in the genes, Jeff," Kyle said.
"No. The splashes were all out of the jeans," Jeff said. "Once or twice in the underwear, but usually not."
Rick and I were howling at the puns.
"Guys, they say puns are the lowest form of humor," Rick said.
"I thought your face was, Rick," Justin said.
"He got you last on that one, dude," Brian said, grinning at Justin.
We were going through the tunnel in Mobile when he said that, and we hadn't stopped laughing since we had gotten on the road. Those kids were so much fun.
Rick pulled off the Interstate in Bay Minette so we could get gas. We had driven that route so many times that we knew where the best stops were.
"Everybody piss, whether you think you have to or not," Rick said, as he was getting out of the car. A lady pumping gas next to us heard him.
"Always good advice," she said. She was grinning from ear to ear.
"You must have kids," Rick said to her, grinning as well.
"Four teenage sons," she said, still grinning.
"What do you want to talk to me about, Kev," Jus asked once we were back on the road.
"I want to talk to you about your future. Specifically about your future with Goodson Enterprises," I said. "You're about to finish high school, and you've already decided, wisely I think, to put off college till the fall. I want you to go to work full time as a manager trainee at one of the big hotels. What do you think of that?"
"I like the idea," Jus said. "What's involved in that?"
"Well, I was thinking you could start as a desk clerk at the Laguna," I said. "That's our biggest and best one."
He got a huge grin on his face. Thus far, Justin's jobs with the corporation had been as a beach lackey for Tim and Kyle and as a courier among the various properties--hotels, motels, and gift shops. He had enormous people skills and the potential for even bigger ones, and his talent was being wasted in what was essentially an unskilled, manual-labor job.
"You better fucking do it, dude," Kyle said with considerable passion. "I'm probably going to own all that shit one of these days, and I want my brothers standing next to me, arm in arm, when I've got to take over."
Justin was grinning at Kyle. I knew they had gotten much closer in the last few weeks since Jus had broken up with Jason, and I knew they loved and respected one another.
"Well, I guess I better fucking do it. I sure don't want the stud kicking my ass for being a traitor," he said.
"You're right. I would kick your ass, too," Kyle said. Kyle was grinning, also.
"Does it pay good," Jus asked.
"Yeah, it pays pretty good. I think eventually it'll pay better for you than for most, Jus," I said.
"Kyle already thinks he's an executive of the company," Rick said.
"I know what you're thinking, and don't tell that story, Rick. It's about Herman, isn't it," Kyle said. "Don't tell that, man." Kyle was laughing.
"Yep. It's called The Day Herman Met the Stud," Rick said.
"Tell it, Rick," Jus said.
"Yeah, tell it," Brian and Jeff both said separately.
"I'm telling the story, Kyle, and you can just shut up, okay?"
"Yes, sir," Kyle said.
"Jus, this happened the day we met you," Rick said.
"Is it about me," he asked.
"Yeah, it's about you, but it's more about how Kyle felt about you on that very first day. So listen up. This Kyle boy has been your friend since Day One, Jus. Do you remember how we met you?"
"Of course I do. How could I forget that?"
"How did they meet you," Brian asked.
"I had basically been abandoned in a motel room by the pimp who was running me. I told you about that, Little Buddy."
"Yeah, you did," Brian said.
"I called the front desk and I asked if somebody could go get me some fried chicken. I hadn't eaten in three days, and I was literally starving. The guy who answered said he thought he could arrange that. These two jokers were working the pool and the beach, when they weren't off smooching."
"Shut up, man," Tim said, a little embarrassed by what he had said.
"So the guy sends these two to go get me a take-out order of Popeye's Fried Chicken. It took fucking forever for them to get it for me," Jus said.
"You know why," Kyle asked.
"We got in that place and it smelled so good we ate lunch," Kyle said, laughing.
"Buddies to the end, man," Jus said. He and Kyle laughed so hard I thought I felt the truck shake a little.
"So, anyway, they bring in the food, and I go at it like a starved man, which I was. I was stark naked on the bed. There were no sheets, towels, curtains, or shower curtain, even. My feet are in fucking shackles, and I'm eating chicken whole legs at a time. I'm sucking it off the bone as fast as I can.
"They're standing there watching me like I'm some kind of animal in a zoo. And then, when I'm finished eating, I asked them if they had a smoke. Kyle fished his pack out of his pocket and tossed it to me. He ended up giving me the whole damn pack."
"Yeah, and you still owe me for that, too," Kyle said.
"Yeah, right. So anyway, after I'm done eating, Kyle wants to settle up. I mean I am completely naked, in a totally bare room, and he wants his seven fifty, or whatever it was. I'm like, Where does he think I have money? Up my ass? But he was serious. He wanted his money."
"Shit," Kyle said, embarrassed.
"Yeah, you say 'shit' now, but you know you wanted your money, Kyle. And you deserved it, man. I don't blame you.
"So then I think quick. What does every guy want, gay or straight? A blow job. So that's what I offered them. They didn't want blow-jobs. What is up with that, I thought. That's when they went out on the balcony and called Kevin and Rick."
"So when does Kyle the Executive emerge," Jeff asked.
"That's coming, Jeff," Rick said. "Actually, Kyle called Kevin, and Kevin called me on my pager using our special emergency code. I was away from my desk chewing out some grass cutter at the time. They needed the hacksaw I had in my tool box in my truck."
"That's right. Herman didn't know what a fucking hacksaw was," Kyle said.
"As I recall, you didn't know what one was either, Bubba," I said.
"You're right. I didn't. Tim and I were going to go to his house to get his dad's chainsaw," Kyle said.
"Table saw," I said.
"To make a very long story shorter, we get Jus out of the shackles. We send Tim and Kyle home to get him some clothes, and then he doesn't want to leave because he can't pay for the room. That's when Kyle the Executive takes over," Rick said.
"This is a great story," Jeff said.
"I know. I didn't know any of this," Brian said.
"Kyle gets the motel manager on the phone. Now you have to know. There are eleven hospitality sites in Goodson, and this place is the smallest by half. The only reason Gene doesn't bulldoze it is because it's the one his parents started with. It was in the early fifties. Gene wasn't even born yet. His father was just out of the Korean War, and he bought this motel. This manager is the smallest fry in a very large corporation. And who's working for him? The son of the fucking owner."
"I didn't know that was Grandma and Grandpa's first one," Kyle said.
"Yeah, it was, Bubba. Believe me. Kevin and I have both done the numbers on that place. Anyway, Kyle gets Herman on the phone. Kyle wants Herman to comp the room that Jus has been in for several days. Herman wanted to follow company policy. Kyle said he was the company and that he knew his dad a hell of a lot better than Herman did. Herman's wife was very pregnant with, like, their third child, and that boy needed his job. If I remember correctly, Kyle threatened to kick his ass if he called the cops on Jus."
"You said that, man," Justin asked.
"Hell, yeah. I might even do it today, now that I actually know you," Kyle said.
We all laughed.
"So, what happened after that," Jeff asked. He was clearly very interested in our family history.
"He ended up giving Jus a complimentary room. Herman didn't know whether to shit or wind his watch, at that point. Kyle was pretty passionate, and I guess Herman figured he really did know his dad better than he did."
"Shit, Kyle. I didn't know you did all that for me, man," Jus said.
"Yeah, I did, Bubba. And I had my first private conversation about that, too. Only it wasn't with Kevin. It was with Rick. He gives 'em, too, dude, don't think he don't."
"Shit," Jus said.
"Yeah, very much so. At least Kevin don't hit you," Kyle said.
"You shitass," Rick shouted, as we turned into our street.
Kyle screamed with laughter.
If you can stand reading more about these boys, I can probably stand writing more about them. Stay tuned for that. It's 9:50 PM on Thursday, May 30, 2002. I probably won't post this chapter to Nifty for several weeks, but I wanted you to know when I finished it. The boys in this story are purely fictional, but not really. They are composite pictures of the gay teen boys in our country. Some are macho athletes, and some are Nellie Boys. The thing is, they're all our brothers. As a sometimes-persecuted minority, we have to stand together and foster the boys who will come after us, as inevitably as does the sunshine after the rain. I hope you have noticed in this story that I have taken great pains to make sure my boys have and respect privacy and that they don't ever do anything to each other sexually that they both (all?) don't want to do. I believe passionately in those principles. Thanks for reading about the Foley-Mashburn family, even if it is all made up. I apologize for any factual errors, especially in the New Orleans segments. I dredged up most of that stuff from my memory as a kid, and I'm sure I've gotten some of it wrong. The basic culture stuff is correct, though, I think.
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