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I appreciate your comments on this chapter. If only Rick could see what you do, that Gus is sticking with Rick despite good reasons to do otherwise. It does indeed speak volumes. Alas, Rick is still wrapped up in thinking about it all. Heinrich Senior’s impending visit could complicate things, and prove a big distraction too. Many thanks for your comments and thoughts.
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Heinrich Senior is definitely going to make spending time with Gus more difficult. In fact, the old man will probably make everything harder. As for the watches and warnings, well, keep an eye on the forecast. Thanks for reading this chapter and for your comments.
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Gus’ eyes were shut tight against the fireworks, alas. Rick will have to find a way to elude the coming of papa Heinrich and Gus will need to figure how to discreetly leave the Lodge before more can happen. I’m glad you enjoyed this chapter!
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Now if Rick can get over his terminal shyness or Gus can find a way out of the Lodge, the two of them might spend more time together. But Rick will never forget this day. Thanks for checking out this chapter!
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Rick and Gus enjoyed their day together, and while Gus’ reaction to the fireworks wasn’t exactly what he’d been expecting, getting a hand squeeze must have been as thrilling as any skyrocket. But Heinrich Senior could spell trouble... thanks very much for your thoughts and for reading!
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“I can’t believe we’re doing this after all that strawberry shortcake at lunch.” Gus licked at his cone. The group sat at a pair of tables under an awning in front of Sweet Dreams Ice Cream. Business was surprisingly brisk at the counter, but then, there were plenty of visitors to Eagle Lake for the holiday events. Marta and Jared sat together; Joey’s efforts to join them were thwarted by a sisterly glare that would have wilted a field of ripe corn. Instead, the boy sat next to the adults,
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This chapter leaves me feeling just as Jimmy feels. That’s a testament to the writing you’ve done. I only wish we didn’t have to wait two weeks for more. I wish you a delightful holiday.
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This is a lovely sweet story!
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You’re right. This poem fits our times well. I like the image of trees bowing and swaying before the wind, contrasted with that of the calm harbor.
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It’s hard to watch and listen to these two men as they try to talk out what they can’t quite say or hear. Coy is saying as plain as he can that he feels kind of lost without Boone; nor can he stop worrying about what others might think as a way of avoiding how he feels. Boone can’t seem to say he likes Coy, without pushing the man away in the next breath. Perhaps time and a new beginning will afford them more clarity.
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Or maybe “Fifty percent chance of a huff.” I’m glad you thought there was some growth here. Thanks for your forecast, and for reading this chapter.
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I fear one might channel Wagnerian opera with Rita...
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Rick is sure enjoying the afternoon with Gus. He’s enjoying the moment. What’s better is that Gus seems to be having a good time too. Rita is involved in something she doesn’t much want to share, or so it seems. Thanks so much for reading the story and for your thoughts.
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I hope the rest of the chapter brought your blood pressure down, and made you purr. Thanks for your very kind and encouraging comments.
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Rick feels like he won the lottery, having an afternoon with Gus. Better still, the pianist seems to be enjoying himself, too. Rick may not feel as if he’s earned this wonderful day, but he’s not going to let it go for a moment. I think you’re right that the elder Takacs may be less than pleased at the day’s developments. As for your inspection, Rick may want someone else to do that.
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It certainly seems like he’s had a lot of that flavor, doesn’t it?
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I’m glad you thought this was a sunnier chapter than others that came before. Between Gus and Rita, there’s no contest in Rick’s mind. He’d choose Gus every time. Their connection is growing slowly, but happily. Thanks very much for reading and for your thoughts.
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You’d make Neil Diamond smile.
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Caroline Lee has been a fun character to write. We’ll see more of her again. Growth is a slow and sometimes unsteady thing. Rick has at least set Rita back a bit for the time being. Fireworks? You mentioned fireworks? Thanks for reading and for your thoughts.
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I can imagine Caroline inclining her head and smiling at your ovation. However, her connecting Gus and Rick was quite unconscious. However, Rick was delighted no matter how it happened. I’m glad you enjoyed the Strawberry Social; the scent of Brats on the grill is hard to ignore, let alone the treat of shortcake. Eating with Gus just made it unforgettable. It makes me grin knowing you enjoyed yourself. I just hope your interior playlist allows you to continue your enjoyment. Many thanks for your comments and for reading.
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Poor Vincent. He seemed content to make a new friend in Joey. Rick seems so happy to have Gus with him that Willy Kohler is a distant memory. Rita is more bothersome than that, and Rick refused her entreaties fairly firmly, though politely. I’m glad you continue to read this story, and thank you for commenting.
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It would be hard for Rick to disguise his pleasure in Gus’ company, at least on this day. Jerry, Cheryl and Caroline may talk, or they may just wait and see. But at least they can be happy for their friend. Thank you for your comments, and for reading!
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Caroline’s choice of table was probably completely by chance. But what a piece of luck! Rick could use some. And once Rita reappeared, how could he scorn his good fortune? Thanks very much for your thoughts, and for reading this chapter.
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Growth can be slow, quiet and unseen. But Rick certainly seems to have grown a little. Thanks for reading!
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“Well, come on, then, don’t just stand there.” Caroline Lee worked to lever herself out of her lawn chair. “Help me up.” The procession was past, on its way to the west end of Main Street. Gus and the Takács family were lost in the dispersing throng along the parade route. For Rick, the sun was dimmer. “Oh, sorry.” Rick turned to his neighbor. He took her elbow and assisted her standing. Vincent, Mrs. Lee’s Labrador, rose with a canine dignity that suited his years. The d
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