Date: Fri, 5 Jun 2020 21:50:14 +0200 (CEST)
From: jacoblion@tutanota.com
Subject: A Neglected Boy The Twins LXXVIII

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A Neglected Boy "The Twins" LXXVIII
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   I was surprised and unprepared when Felipe walked right to our table.
His extended hand was so sudden that it was a reflex to extend my hand to
his.  Jake stood but said nothing.  Keith and Ethan were visibly upset by
the intrusion and I was relieved that Kyle and Justin were with their
`groupies' learning the latest lyrics and moves to some new K-pop
song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C2z4GqqS5E

   We all watched almost in disbelief as Felipe walked away and out the
south doors of the dining hall.  I didn't catch what Keith said to Ethan
but they turned to Jake and I and Keith asked . . . . "Would it be Ok if
Ethan and I came home tonight and you could drop us at the pool in the
morning for practice?"...............

   ...............Jake answered before I could . . . . "You never need to
ask that question.  I think with only 2 weeks remaining it's best to start
cleaning out the dorm room anyway." ... ... before I could say anything
Keith spoke but in an almost fragile voice . . . . "It's not that I'm
afraid of Felipe, I know I could beat the crap out of him, I just........"

   Saved by our K-pop stars Justin and Kyle and several of their best Asian
friends along with 2 Australians, with their fine accent, and 1 from south
Alabama that I had trouble understanding; English may not have been his
first language. Y'all.

   The show ended with the rug-rats singing a line or 2 of their new song
then ... ... Oh Geeeeze, ... ... you would think they were getting murdered
as several, very cute girls, gave those rug-rats a little parting kiss.
From what I could see I think one of the Aussie boys tried to kiss Justin
but was intercepted by one of the girls, his face showed some
disapproval/disappointment.

   In the SUV we drove and stopped at Durfee Hall.  All six of us climbed
the 4 flights up to Keith's room and began the first of the clean-out
loads.  Kyle and Justin each toted 2 trash bags filled with clothes.  Jake
and I carried as many books as we could and Ethan and Keith grabbed the
essentials like soap, towels, face cloths, toothbrush, and the likes.

   On the top shelf of the wardrobe was a box about the size of a shoebox.
That box must have had some things of great importance.  It was marked with
a bright red stripe all around and securely strapped with 2 large rubber
bands and 1 strap with Velcro.  Keith grabbed that box and held tight.

   The ride home was interesting, fun, much like a who done it filled with
intrigue and mystery.  What could possibly be in that box?  Now we all know
how much Justin loves Keith and we all know how much Kyle and Justin can be
vicious, brutal little Tasmanian devils, and tonight was the proof.

   Keith was only saved by the fact that the rug-rats were restrained by
their seatbelts.  Jake was smiling and almost to the point of laughter as
we pulled up to the house and stopped.  Jake and I were sure we knew the
secrets of that `Box'.  I opened Keith's door and let Keith have a good
head start and if he were smart that `mysterious box' would be hidden well
out of the reach and searching of those little monsters.

   With the SUV unloaded and both Ethan and Keith looking better and much
more relaxed we all sat around the kitchen table for a little ice cream and
talked about going to the farm and then a quick trip to Mystic to clean
Jabbering and get her ready for summer sailing adventures.

   Assuming things.  Assuming you know your friend.  Assuming you know
about things, about people, about teens.  Keith excused himself for a
minute and returned to the table with that `Mysterious box'.  He was
serious.  His best friend and boyfriend sitting beside him looking at that
`box' so curiously as if Ethan didn't have any idea what it contained.

   Keith slowly opened the box.  He turned the lid up so we couldn't see
anything inside.  First, he took out an old pocket watch and then a very,
very old jackknife followed by a photo of his great grandfather.  Item
after little item always followed by a photo of some great grandfather or
grandmother and a story of when they came from Sweden.  Ahhhh, the fair
skin and blond hair.

   How foolish Jake and I felt.  Keith held one photo for a long time.  His
eyes filled with tears but he held back.  Finally, he explained it was his
father's father.  The man in the photo was handsome, even at his age, tall
with thick blond hair and looked like an old-time ship captain.  His eyes
were a dark blue and his face well-shaped and rugged, a commanding
appearance.

   Keith, now sitting with Justin and Kyle hugging, explained how gentle
and loving his grandfather was.  How they had done everything together when
he was just a little boy.  It was fishing, sailing, camping, and the yearly
carnival.

   How his grandfather loved the games, it was always just the two of them.
Keith grabbed Justin and Kyle's hands to show them how his grandfather
would tightly hold his hand; he smiled at the boys and said . . . . "I love
you guys the way my grandfather loved me." . . . . Ethan stood behind Keith
and gently kissed the top of that beautiful blond hair.

   Every item, one by one carefully replaced, in what appeared a special
order, back into that box.  Keith attached the large rubber bands and the
Velcro strap and returned the unmysterious box to their bedroom.

   I looked at Kyle and Justin and asked them if they understood how
important and personal the box was.  They understood and then Jake and I
made them promise to never, ever open that box.  It was a cross your heart
promise.

   Ethan and Keith returned and joined Jake, me, and the rug-rats.  Ethan
brought his laptop and asked how to find the charts we use when sailing.  I
showed he and Keith how to bring them up and to use my password.  They were
off to their room and Jake and I grabbed our little tyrants and dragged
them off for a shower and a story.

   Shower over and it was lots of giggling and fun then the question of
where they were sleeping and tonight was a huge surprise.  The rug-rats
decided they were sleeping in their bedroom. ... ... Really? ... ... I was
elected to tell the story and decided it was time to start a good book.

   You might think it would be Harry Potter but, no it was about a wicked
dragon ... they love dragon stories.  I began reading ... ... "Once upon a
time, there was a cold-hearted, backstabbing dragon that was so mean and
ugly.  He loved to travel to the human world and snatch little kids out of
their beds while they were sleeping............

   (giggling and quiet screaming) ............ the cold-hearted dragon
would drop them down his green tortoise throat.  Now back in those days,
all the kids would sit in his stomach and cry, "Let us out, Let us out."
Of course, he would not let them out, but sometimes a brave little soul
would travel the long journey till he plopped out the other end." <<< that
got lots of giggles and pointing to a certain area ... `gross' said Kyle
and Justin in unison.

   I continued only for a minute more realizing my words were simply
floating on air.  Eyes were closed and I swear Kyle was snoring but, Justin
was all cuddled up to him asleep with a smile on his face.

   Jake and I sat in the kitchen with an ice-cold OJ/diet sprite mix.  We
were talking about the trip to the farm when Ethan and Keith entered with
the laptop.  Ahhhh, now we see the importance of looking at charts.  Ethan
showed us chart 13267 suggesting a sailing adventure up through the Cape
Cod Canal to Plymouth and then on to Boston and further.

   Jake and I were smiling and we did discuss the length of a trip like
that then came the next suggestion and that was south to Sandy Hook, New
York, and then a little more south to Asbury Park, New Jersey.

   Now that would be a better and smoother trip.  Jake asked about Block
Island and the story was that we've all seen it and it would be just a
little boring.  We need a new adventure Keith and Ethan had decided.

   I turned the laptop around and made a few clicks then told Ethan and
Keith to pull up Chart #13006 and find Frenchman Bay and Bar Harbor Maine.
Jake looked at me like I was crazy and asked . . . . "Seriously Kori?
that's a long trip." . . . . we need a good summer and a real adventure was
all I said.  Ethan and Keith found Bar Harbor and I heard the word
... "Seriously" again.

   Ethan, Keith, Jake and I sat making plans for the next 2 weeks.  The
school trip for Justin and Kyle then the final year-end swim competition.
The school trip is in 3 days the swim meet is Friday so let's run-up to the
farm on Saturday and next weekend we run to Jabbering.  The boat needs a
thorough cleaning.

   Ethan suggested that he and Keith take the forward V birth for their
cabin and the means everything needs to come out.  Only the very necessary
items will be kept and stored under the bunks.  Everything else will go in
the storage locker at assigned on the dock at Mystic.

   It was time for bed and Jake and I were left to clean the kitchen
counter.  Jake walked down the hall to check on the rug-rats.  He was gone
longer than a quick check and as I stepped into the hall he motioned to
come look.  I looked in and "The Twins" were just as I left them all
cuddled up with arms around each other.  They are the best two little kids!
That is when their sleeping.

     Jake and I crawled in bed and it was only seconds before I was
dreaming of Jabbering's bow cutting the waves.  I could see beads of water
with sunlight hitting them and they looked like pearls and diamonds.

   The dream was so real that I could smell the fresh salt air.  I know I
was smiling in my sleep because I remember spotting the rug-rats just
forward of the main cabin dancing naked for all to see.  How innocent these
two little boys.

   The night was peaceful and morning came with that aroma of Jake's coffee
and bacon. ... Yes!  Ethan and Keith are in the kitchen; love having them
home.  Then Jake and I were abruptly awakened by those little tyrants as
they tore the covers from us.  ... Ahhhh, but then they climbed up and the
hugs were delightful.

   The boys smelled like strawberries and that reminded Jake and me that we
needed a quick shower.  Oh, I forgot to mention the little fun he and I had
just after we crawled in bed last night. ...  No time to talk about it we
need a shower and that ended up with 2 little rats joining us as
well. ... Ok, it was fun.

   Breakfast, lunch, dinner, homework, showers, and stories and 3 days were
gone in a flash.  We've been dropping the teens at school and cleaning the
remainder of their `stuff' including another well-protected box after swim
practice.  As Keith carried that `box', he and Ethan both had sheepish
little grins.  Today was different, it was the trip day.

   Neither Jake or I could really say we were happy but we joked and smiled
and told Kyle and Justin what a great time they would have.  "The Twins"
hugged Jake and me and I didn't want to let go.  We watched as they boarded
the bus and waved as it drove away.

   How many thousand times did I look at my watch?  How many times did Jake
call and say this was a difficult day?  I agreed.  The day crawled just one
painful minute after another.  When we met Keith and Ethan after school at
the pool it became evident that their love for Justin and Kyle had made
their day as miserable as ours.

   We weren't hungry.  We grabbed a cold drink leaving the pool and drove
over to the University elementary school.  The conversation was little.
The bus was scheduled to arrive at 9.  It was 8:55.  The four of us were
now standing leaning against the SUV watching the curve for signs of the
bus.  It was 8:58.

   Jake was pacing then Keith and Ethan would walk 50 feet and look, stop,
and walk back.  My stomach was upset.  It was 9:00 pm.  Ethan and Keith
walked to the corner and stood looking down the street.

   Other parents were quietly sitting in their cars reading or on their
stupid cell phones texting like that's the normal thing to do.  It was
9:12, - 9: 17, - 9:34 ... ... where the hell is the bus they were supposed
to be back at 9-o'clock!  Jake was visibly upset and getting worse by the
minute.

   9:57 Keith screamed they're here!  Here they come! ... ... The bus
pulled up to the curb the door opened and out scrambled a bunch of 3rd,
4th, and 5th graders.  We watched every kid get off the damn bus.  The
driver was standing next to his seat and finally Justin and Kyle, after
giving the driver a hug, stepped from the bus.

   I was upset and trying not to show it.  Jake appeared very pissed or was
it something else.  His face lit up when the boy's feet touched the ground.
Then the driver came to us to tell us all about how helpful and polite Kyle
and Justin were.  That they are fine examples of the students here and how
proud Jake and I should be.  The rug-rats were beaming.

   Six of us in the SUV and what was the first thing we heard? ... ... Come
on ... you all know ... Ok, ... ... ... "we're hungry Dad!" ... We knew
that they would say that so, we were already with some fresh fruit and
whipped cream.

   The ride home and right until they fell asleep their little mouths never
stopped.  The best story was about Parker.  They were in the restroom
taking a pee when Jimmy a tall skinny kid walked in stood next to Parker
and tapped him on the shoulder; Parker, surprised, turned quickly and peed
on Jimmy's leg and it drizzled all the way to his sneakers.

   Yep, that was the very best story (almost) and Justin said he thought
Jimmy wouldn't tap no one on the shoulder again when their peeing.
***Authors note to readers; "please don't ask the rug-rats how many
dinosaurs at the Boston Science Museum!  Or how long the penis is of a
Tyrannosaurus rex" ... according to Justin, ... Kyle asked their guide, a
young female intern, who simply said ... ... "much bigger than you can
imagine."

   Morning came and Jake had Keith and Ethan wake our little cherubs.  To
make sure they were wide awake the teens dragged the rug-rats in for a
morning shower.  I think the shower must have been fun from all the
laughing Jake and I could hear.  I clearly heard Justin when he said
. . . . "Do it again Keith it feels good." ... ... ummmm ... I thought
`what feels good'?

   Justin and Kyle arrived in the kitchen just in time for the pancakes and
bacon to hit their plates.  I was somewhat relieved when the squirts told
Jake and me how good it feels when Ethan and Keith wash in between their
toes.

   Hey you guys no seconds on the pancakes the swim meets start in 90
minutes.  The entire morning was nothing but perfect.  Justin and Kyle
remained at the top in their division as well as Ethan and Keith in theirs.
There was no break for lunch just a slightly longer time between events for
the rug-rats division.  One more event for Ethan and then we could enjoy
watching Keith finish the last of 5 dives to finish the day.

   It was an early release for Antonio, Lorenzo, Marco, and Kris so the
Judge had cleared his schedule and arrived with our support team.  We
watched as the scoreboard began to place results for all swimming events.

   It was fun and good to see how Kris has almost completely recovered.  It
was also lots of fun for Jake and me to watch the cute interplay between
Antonio and Kris as they `excitedly' watched the scoreboard.  They do try
to hide their affection, not well but they try.

   Ethan along with Keith, Kyle, and Justin had all placed at the top.  I
never realized just how popular our 4 boys are as Jake and I saw more than
a hundred of their friends cheering.  ... ...  Oh, `Henry', Lorenzo, Marco,
Kris, and Antonio have huge voices.

   The diving started, Jake and I love the Speedos.  The first 3 dives
Keith scored 8.5 putting him in second place.  The entire feeling for the
afternoon changed as Keith began dive 4 and stepped to the end of the
7.5-meter platform.  As he stood, we noticed his focus was interrupted.

   Keith backed up several feet and again approached the end of the
platform.  We watched every move as he began his handstand.  He shoved off.
His timing was wrong, his tilt was wrong, his entry was wrong.  There was
an audible gasp from the spectators.

   The results were immediate 2, 2.5, 2, 2, 3 ... another noticeable amount
of discussion from spectators.  Keith's coach was rubbing his back and I
can only imagine trying to discover what happened.  Six other divers and
then Keith again climbed the tower to the 7.5-meter platform.

   Slowly with intense focus, Keith stepped to the edge.  His body bending
like a jackknife.  His hands placed at the end of the cement platform, his
legs beginning to raise in perfect position and now pointing directly at
the sky.

   His body perfectly rigid, like some inverted Michelangelo statue.  Jake,
Ethan and I counted the seconds.  For whatever reason Keith held his
position 6 seconds longer as if proving some point; yet in that time his
body never wavered, not the slightest hint of a move.

   Ethan's hands excitingly pounding his knees, almost as saying `Yes', as
he noticed Keith's legs began tilting forward and then the release.  His
feet so perfect, body folded in pure perfection, unfolded and then the
final twist as he entered the water like an arrow.  Not even the hint of a
splash.

   The crowd erupted in cheers as we watched the scores ... 10, 10, 10, 10,
10. ... It was the first perfect 10 score of the day and the scoreboard
showed Keith on top.

   Ethan was looking to the left of the diving platforms and had noticed
something.  He jumped up shoved passed Jake, the Judge, me and the rest of
the row, rudely, saying nothing.  We watched as he ran toward the front of
the pool then we could just spot him as he passed behind the diving
platforms and around to the opposite side of the pool.

   People were leaving and entering that first section of spectator stands
when we spotted Ethan again.  ... ...  Jake, the Judge, me along with
Justin, Kyle, Antonio, Lorenzo, Kris, and Marco were slightly in shock with
what we were about to witness.

   Ethan was obviously confronting someone. ... ... Then it happened
... ... he turned to the right so damn swiftly, almost in a golf swing, his
fist doubled then back to the left delivering his fist to Felipe's jaw.  It
knocked Felipe off his feet and throwing him in the pool.

   Security rushed and grabbed Ethan...................

To be Continued:  A Neglected Boy "The Twins LXXIX

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