“Oh El, you can’t live off of Jell-O. It hasn’t any real nutritional value. I think he was lying to you.”
“Henry.” Ellen sat on the couch. “It was figuratively speaking.”
“Oh.”
“So, how was your day as leader?”
“Tough. I must have been asked a thousand times about Dean.” Henry shook his head. “El, I can’t figure out who is telling people. I wanted to keep it a secret until we figured it out . . .”
“Henry.”
“No, El. Something is not right. It just isn’t a Dean thing to do.”
“Henry.” Ellen laid her hand on his knee.
“And as leader of the community, I’m pushing to look into this. Jenny brought the content of that letter to my attention and she made valid points. And that was coming from Jenny.”
Ellen closed her eyes. “Listen . . .”
“El, I’m getting together search parties. I’m calling Hal tomorrow. He and I are sitting down. His men scout Society camps. We are going to find Dean. He’s in trouble, El. He’s there against his will. I feel it and we’re going to go get him. He wouldn’t leave us, his home, his kids, and he wouldn’t leave you.”
“Henry.” Ellen stood up. “You can’t do that. O.K.?”
“Look, I know you’re hurt.” Henry stood up. “I also know you’re probably in denial over this but . . .” He reached out and turned Ellen to face him.. “As the leader of this community and as your friend. I cannot let this go until I feel satisfied that Dean joined the Society on his own accord.”
Ellen’s head lowered. “Please don’t do this, Henry.”
“Why El?”
Ellen looked up at Henry. She saw the concern in his eyes as he stared at her. “Henry,” she said his name painfully.
“Why, El? Why don’t you want this done.”
“Because Dean didn’t join the Society on his own accord. He went there in a blackmail trade to save my life and to bring Frank home.”
Henry’s hands slid in surprise off of Ellen and he stepped back.
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Binghamton, Alabama
Dean’s finger swayed and pointed as he looked at Richie. “I know you. Don’t I?”
Frank answered. “Nope.”
Dean shook his head. “Yeah I do. What is your name?”
Richie saw no problem telling Dean. “Richie Mar . . .”
“Mar!” Frank interrupted abruptly. “Mar-ja-ho-its.”
Dean looked up to the ceiling with a thinking look. “Richie Marjahowitz doesn’t ring a bell, but you look so familiar to me. Really. I mean, you look really, really familiar.”
Richie smiled. “That’s because I look exactly like . . .”
“Everybody else.” Frank finished Richie’s sentence. “Doesn’t he, Dean?” Frank grasped Richie’s chin. “Doesn’t he have one of those faces everyone has. A nose, eyes, lips . . .”
“Frank,” Dean said his name. “What is wrong with you? God.”
The smile fell from Richie’s face. “Dean? Is this the Dean from Beginnings. You said someone was here from Beginnings but you failed to mention it was . . . Dean.”
Dean snapped back a little in shock at how bitter Richie said his name. “Frank, what did you tell . . .”
“Check this out, Richie,” Frank said. “Dean married Ellen.”
“Oh my God,” Richie said with disgust. “You married Ellen?” He gasped his displeasure. “How could you? Now that means you’re my . . .”
“Hero,” Frank interjected. “You’re his hero, Dean. Richie was saying any man that gets married is his hero.”
Richie never boasted himself to be the brightest of men, but he was certain after the third interruption there was a reason that Frank didn’t want that Dean guy to know he was Ellen’s brother. Richie smiled, Maybe Frank was going to use him to help break Dean and Ellen up. “So you’re Dean,” Richie said.
“Yes.”
“Dean the dick?”
Dean was shocked. “What?” He couldn’t believe this coming from someone he just met. “Who told you I was a . . . Frank.”
“What?” Frank acted clueless.
“Did you tell him I was a dick?”
“I think asshole was more the word I used.”
“What!” Dean snapped. “You told him I was an asshole. Who’s the asshole in Beginnings, Frank?”
“You.”
“Right. No, Frank. You.” Dean pointed.
Richie was offended. “Dean, how can you call Frank an asshole, when you’re the one who stole his woman?”
“Yeah,” Frank commented.
“I what?” Dean stepped back. “I stole Ellen from you? Is this what you told this man?” Dean snickered in disbelief. “Richie, he stole Ellen from me. We were married. We had children. He pushed and he pushed and he used their past to get her to do what he wanted until I left her. Isn’t that right, Frank?”
“No.”
“Uh,” Dean’s gasped out. “You’re lying! No wait, you aren’t lying because I really think in that ‘pea size, Neanderthal, one way, my way, Frank-BIG-man-attitude’ brain, you believe I stole her from you.”
“Yeah.”
Dean grunted loudly. “I cannot believe you brainwashed this man into probably hating me before he met me when whose fault is it that you’re here? Huh Frank? Whose? I’ll tell you.” Dean steadily became more emotional. “Yours because you decided to kidnap Ellen from Beginnings.”
“Oh I did not.”
“You duct taped her and tied her up, drugged her ,and took her out without permission. That is kidnapping.”
“It was a grieving vacation.”
Richie moved away from the two men, watching them like a ping pong game.
Dean started to speak but the shock of the words that came from Frank’s mouth made him speechless. He had to twitch his head and jolt back into his brain to remember who he was talking to. “Frank! Things were worked out. We had an arrangement between us. There was no reason for you to take her out of her home and away from her children to grieve.”
“In my mind there was.” Frank placed his face close to Dean’s.
“You broke our arrangement.” Dean kept his stare on Frank.
“Like I care.”
“You know, I’m glad this came up because I am still really pissed at you.”
Frank snickered and looked away.
“Go ahead, laugh,” Dean warned. “But let me tell you something. The whole reason I did this, the whole reason I came here was to bring you home and kill you.”
“Kill me?”
“Kill you.”
“Like dead?”
“What other way is there, Frank?”
“Ha!” Frank laughed hard. “You don’t have big enough balls.”
“According to Ellen, I believe you’re the one without the big enough balls.”
“Oh no, little man.” Frank shook his head. “Don’t even go there. Back to killing me. You think you can do it? How?”
“Naturally.”
“Like you’re a born killer?”
“No, Frank, you moron. Like making it look like it’s not an accident or deliberate.”
Frank bobbed his head almost like he approved. “So you’re gonna chase me around Beginnings and try to kill me?” He stepped back from Dean. “You know, this could be interesting.”
“I’m serious, Frank. I have a list.”
“Good.” Frank snapped his finger. “Don’t warn me anymore though, Dean,. O.K., I think this will be really cool.” Frank nodded. “Yeah, but wait till we’re home so I have a lot less things on my mind. O.K.?”
Dean tossed his hands up. “You wanna make it into a game, don’t you?”
“Yeah, can we?”
Dean’s hands fell to his legs with a slap. “Sure. Why not?”
“Excellent.”
“But don’t think you get Neville points for cheating death with me. O.K.? I’ll talk to the Neville committee first. You’ll already be the fav
orite once you get home.”
Frank was lost. “Neville Committee? Neville points?”
The whole entire expression changed on Dean’s face. “That’s right. You don’t know.”
“Know what?”
“Frank, there is a really neat game going on. You’ll love it. In fact . . .” Dean stepped closer to Frank, speaking up beat. “It’s custom made for you.”
Richie’s head spun. It literally spun. What happened to the fight? What happened to the hatred? One second they were arguing, the next rambling on about some post apocalyptic game of heroism like they were best buddies. Richie gave up waiting for the argument to continue. He just moved closer and listened more to the conversation, trying to figure out how he could get involved in it also when he arrived in Beginnings.
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Beginnings, Montana
Henry’s bangs stood nearly on edge from his hand holding them back. He whined in a Henry manner, both vocally and physically. “Aw El, I can’t believe you kept this from me. Frank’s alive.”
“Yes Henry. Dean said he’s fine.”
“I’m community leader, I should have known this.”
“Oh but Henry we couldn’t tell you. We all wanted to. We were going to. Please don’t be mad and please don’t let on that you know. I’ll be in so much trouble.”
“They don’t trust me do they, El? That’s why no one told me, huh?” Henry questioned.
“I trust you, Henry.” Ellen laid her hand on his shoulder. “That’s why I told you now. So you see why you can’t start a campaign looking for Dean?”
“Yeah. And you know what El? I’ll help. O.K.? I’ll bash him.” Henry nodded. “I’ll talk real bad about him. O.K.?”
“Oh Henry, that’s a good idea. Oh! Make me cry tomorrow in front of people.”
“I can do that.”
“Yeah.” Ellen smiled. “Make it bad about Dean. Really go off.”
“Really make people hate him. Yeah. It’ll be fun.” Henry grinned. “Wow, and Frank’s alive. Wow.”
“He’ll be home soon, Henry.”
“I can’t wait, El. We’ll have a big party.”
“With lots of food.”
“We’ll show the funeral tape.”
“We can do it like we do the walkins.” Ellen spoke excitedly. “And speaking of food, where is Robbie?”
“You think he forgot?” Henry asked.
“No, him being here is part of the plan.” Ellen looked at her watch. “He’s supposed to show up when people are still walking around.”
“Wanna go get him? I’ll stay with the kids.”
“O.K. Let’s practice your Dean bashing on him tonight.”
“I’ll think of some juicy things right now, El.”
“O.K.” Ellen was perky and headed to the door. “I’ll be right back.”
After she had left, Henry placed on a serious thinking face and sat on the couch. “Dean Bashing. Dean bashing. . . . Oh!” Henry snapped his finger. “I’d better write this down.” He stood up, went into the kitchen and got some paper and a pen. He went back to the living room, sat on the couch, and leaned on the coffee table writing his thoughts down. Henry snickered like a school girl as he did so, seemingly so pleased with himself.
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“Dinner was really good Jess. Man.” Robbie rubbed his stomach as they walked from the dining room to the living room. “I didn’t expect you to cook.”
“Cooking takes my mind off of things.” Jess carried two drinks with him. “This mission is on my mind.”
“How can it not be? But . . . everything will go fine. I’ll drop you off. You guys march in there, get what you need, and meet back at the pickup point. Do you worry about running into trouble you can’t handle?”
“Nah. Not me.” Jess set down the drinks. “Robbie.”
Robbie hesitated in his sitting down. “Yeah?”
“I really appreciate this.” Jess took a step to him, so serious. “You spending this evening with me means so much.”
“I know you have a lot on your mind. I just want to be there for you. Look at what you’re doing for us.”
“I don’t want that to be the reason you’re here.”
Robbie shook his head with a slight grin. “No way. We’re friends. That’s the main reason.”
Jess took a deep breath. “Remember how we had that talk at the social hall.”
“Um . . .” Robbie moved his eyes up to think. “Um . . . yeah.”
Jess smiled. “Remember how we talked about being close friends and I suggested we take it slow and you said, what the hell, we live together.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I think right now. I need to say, what the hell. Right?”
“Right.”
“What the hell. I need you.” Jess took a step to Robbie grabbing him, one hand on Robbie’s cheek, the other on his shoulder. Jess, with slight force, pulled Robbie to him and passionately planted his lips on Robbie’s.
It barreled Robbie over, taking him so much by surprise, he nearly lost his balance. Robbie was sent into total confusion at that moment. Everything spun around him. His body jolted in shock, not only from the sudden feel of Jess’ parted lips touching his, but also from the unexpected sound of Ellen’s voice that rang in the room at the exact moment Jess kissed him.
“Whoops. Sorry.”
Hearing Ellen and then the door close, Robbie pulled from Jess, stumbled over the table, and grabbed the arm of the couch to stop from hitting the floor. “Oh my God.” Robbie trembled, looked at Jess, then to the door. “Oh my God. El.” Robbie leaped on then over the back of the sofa and charged to the door. He stopped as he opened it, looking at Jess. “I’ll . . . I’ll be . . .Shit.” He took off calling Ellen’s name as he did.
Ellen walked fast. She heard Robbie calling her. How she would react when she looked at him was the reason she kept moving.
“El. Please.” Robbie sounded desperate, running to catch up to her. He reached her at the last row of houses. “El.” He grabbed a hold of her.
“Robbie, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Ellen moved away from him and walked to her house.
“Ellen. Please.” Robbie jumped ahead of her. “I need to explain.”
“It’s none of my business, Robbie. Really. it’s none of my . . .” Ellen stopped moving. “You know what? Yeah it is, come to think of it. It is my business. Don’t you think I have the right to know you’re involved with a man. I think I should have been made aware of the relationship.” Ellen raised her eyebrow in question.
“Oh God.” Robbie looked absolutely distraught. Terror lined his red, sweaty face. His hands shook as they covered his eyes. “Oh God, help me. You’re my friend. What am I supposed to do about this?”
“I’d keep it quiet if you want to stay head of security.”
“No!” Robbie squinted his eyes painfully and took hold of her shoulders. “He’s my friend, El. I had no idea he was gonna kiss me.”
“What?” Ellen looked confused.
Robbie breathed heavily. “That has never happened to me ever. I don’t know how to handle this now. I don’t know how to handle him. Help me. Tell me what to do. How do I face him again?’
“Oh man, Robbie.” Ellen spoke with compassion, laying her hand on his cheek. “This has you really upset. Wow. I never seen you thrown through a loop before.”
Robbie closed his eyes. “I didn’t even see it coming.”
Joe’s voice, distant but outside with them, carried shockingly over. “How in Christ’s name didn’t you see it coming?”
“Dad?” Robbie turned to see Joe walking off his front porch.
“Joe!” Ellen scolded. “You are so nosey.”
“Christ, you two are talking about this outside. How can I not hear you? I was sitting on my porch.” He moved closer to Ellen and Robbie. “Robert, what did you expect? You led him on.”
“What?”
“You led him on.” Joe told him. “What was that today? You told him that
, no wonder you liked him.”
“Dad, that wasn’t what I meant. I had no idea he was gay.”
“That’s because you were clueless.”
“And you knew?” Robbie asked.
“Yeah, I knew,” Joe said.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Honestly?” Joe shrugged. “I really enjoyed watching you play innocently into it. I figured if you were so brainless about it, I wasn’t gonna tell you.” Joe looked at Ellen when she gasped. “Take a hike, Missy Jane. I wanna speak to my son.”
“Joe, I want to . . .”
“Go.” Joe pointed to her house. “Now!”
Ellen widened her eyes and folded her arms. “I’m going, but . . . Robbie, we’ll talk tonight.”
Robbie nodded fast and nervous.
“Night.” Ellen stepped on her porch. “Oh wait until I tell Henry you had a homosexual moment.”
“El.” Robbie reached for her hand. “I’m begging you, please don’t.”
“I’m kidding. See you tonight.” She smiled at Robbie, opened the door, and gave a mean face to Joe. “Night . . . Joe.”
Joe waved her off then faced his son. “You have a problem.”
“This doesn’t make me gay, does it?”
Joe lifted his shoulder. “Don’t know. You know your uncle Jerry came out of the closet at your age. Remember, he left his wife for that fella.”
“Uncle Jerry was gay?” Robbie asked with so much surprise. “I didn’t know. I thought he was just really good friends with his . . . roommate.”
Joe raised his eyebrows.
“Oh God.”
“Robert. Calm down.”
‘I can’t. I can’t.” I can’t.” He paced around. “What am I gonna do about this, Dad?”
“What do you wanna do about it?”
“Huh? Robbie stopped walking.
“The way I see it you have two choices. You can go back to the house, beat the hell out of him for hitting on you, kick him out of your house, and end the friendship entirely. Or . . . you go back to the house, you sit down with him and you talk to him. You set him straight . . . well, you know what I mean . . .tell him the way you are. Clear the air and forget the situation. Handle it like that time when we first got to Beginnings and you were so plastered you kissed Jenny Matoose.”
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