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A to Z - 63. Chapter 63 Apprehension

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April 1 – Saturday

The room is getting chilly. There's not much heat here. Bare plank floors. No electricity, no toilet. There's a thin mattress I'm lying on.

No big double bed – no chatter of a lively, overflowing household – no frantic wedding preparations – nothing but lonely quiet. It's not raining anymore.

Hard to believe that Friday morning – just yesterday morning – I woke up to Kaz gently shaking my shoulder. I blinked, and wondered for a second where I was.

"Come on, Andy, time for your wedding day run," he whispered hoarsely.

Yesterday. My wedding day. The house was still hushed.

Groaning a little, I rolled out from under the blankets. I'd slept worse, but I missed Zander's body next to mine all night. Especially with my dreams the way they've been. I stood and started to make the bed.

"Don't bother with that," Kaz said. "Mom said she'd take care of it. Let's get going."

I nodded, and Kaz left the room so I could get dressed. I got into my running gear, crammed everything else into my backpack, and carefully lifted my wedding suit off the hook behind the door. I'd left nothing behind.

Mrs. Kasimierski awaited us in the kitchen. She appeared engrossed in the local weekly newspaper, the Blackburn Star Advertiser. We get a copy at the Stevenson's every week on Thursday evenings.

"I cannot believe this," she muttered, staring at the front page. Then she looked up at me fearfully.

"What is it?" I asked. Something was up.

She handed me the paper, and Kaz looked over my shoulder.

"BLACKBURN'S FIRST GAY MARRIAGE," the headline blared. "Local High School Teens to Tie the Knot After School Friday."

I began to feel a little sick. I read further:

Blackburn will see its first sanctioned same-sex marriage ceremony performed at St. James' Episcopal Church in Blackburn on Friday afternoon, according to marriage license records obtained from the Mason County Courthouse. The Reverend Daniel Brewer, Rector of St. James' Church, confirmed the report. Though the names of the two young men were not revealed, this newspaper learned that the couple are students at Blackburn High School.

"The couple have a marriage license, and the ceremony is entirely legal under civil and canon law. I believe the couple to be completely ready," Reverend Brewer commented to this newspaper. "I believe it to be the first such ceremony in this town, though other gay couples from Blackburn have been married elsewhere."

When pressed for further comment, Father Brewer declined.

Pastor Paul Norris, leader of the Faith House Evangelical Congregation in North Blackburn denounced the news, calling it a "black day for every married man and woman in the country. Marriage is for a man and a woman, period." Responding to the news, Reverend Norris told the Star Advertiser that he intended to lead a "protest prayer vigil" on Friday evening near St. James' Park, adjacent to the church, and he urged all citizens of all faiths to attend…

I stopped reading there. My gut churned; I wondered if I was going to lose it.

"You okay, Andy?" I heard Kaz ask me.

I swallowed hard. "Yeah, fine." I doubt either of the Kasimierskis believed that.

"Good. Nothing to worry about," he said flatly. "Ready to run?"

"Do not tell me you are taking Andrew running on his wedding day," Mrs. K chided her son.

Amen to that. I couldn't help but agree.

"Mom, it's good for a man to exercise and clear his mind in the morning," Kaz asserted. God, he sounded like an old running coach when he said it.

"And you are such men," his mother tried to jest.

I tried to smile, but I'm not sure it worked.

Kaz kissed his mother after grabbing his car keys. We were going to drive to school and run from there. "Bye, mom. I'll see you later," he called out.

"Have a good day at school, boys, and good luck."

Good luck. It seemed as if Zander and I would need more than just luck to get through the day. Our wedding day.

(***)

"Come on, handsome, rise and shine! Don't want to be late to school on your wedding day!"

I was startled awake by Mom's rapping smartly on the door. I had a dry, horrible tasting mouth, and a massive headache. Why had I stayed up late talking with Frank after you left with Kaz? Because I wasn't ready to go to bed; not without you. And because he'd asked me to, and he's my brother.

At first, I'd tried to help clean up the remains of dinner, but Mom and Maria and Nonna shooed me out of the kitchen. I wandered into the living room, and found Frank flopped in a comfortable chair. He grinned at me as I entered.

"Come on, sit down, little brother. Take a load off."

I reclined in a chair next to his. "Thanks for coming, Frank."

We stared into space for a little while.

"How the hell did this happen?" he finally asked, to no one in particular. "My seventeen year old brother is getting married tomorrow. To his teenage boyfriend." He looked at me. "I never even knew you were gay until you called and told me," he said, almost accusingly.

"How were you supposed to know? All the rainbow underwear in my drawer?" I asked sarcastically.

"When did you figure out you were gay?" he asked.

"I didn't just wake up one day and say, 'Hey, I'd like to be gay.' About a year ago, I admitted to myself what I'd really known all along. Boys were a lot more interesting than girls. I took a long look at myself and realized I'd always been that way. It really dawned on me last spring, but this is the way I was born."

"So at all those pool parties last summer, you were checking out the guys?" Frank smirked.

"No. I hardly went out at all last summer. I couldn't face it. Couldn’t face anyone with it."

Frank looked at me silently for a few moments. "Look, I'm sorry, Zander. I'm trying to understand. How could you be so different from…"

"But that's just it, Frank. I'm not different. I'm the same kid brother you've always had. I still love swimming, I still love to draw, I still want to be an architect, I still suck at poker; nothing's changed. I'm still me. I'm just in love with another boy. A really, really wonderful boy named Andy."

Frank stood and walked over to a cabinet in the corner of the living room. He reached in, and pulled out a bottle and a couple of heavy crystal glasses.

"Dad still keeps a bottle of the good stuff around, I see," he commented, returning to his chair, "You ever taken any?"

I shook my head. I'd tried some of Mom and Dad's liquor, but it never really appealed to me.

Frank slopped out a measure of amber liquid into a glass and handed it to me, then poured some for himself. "You're growing up in a real hurry, Alexander. Drink up."

I sipped at my glass. A bitter, fiery taste spread through my mouth, and burned a trail down my throat.

"Now. Tell me about Andy," my brother said, settling into his chair with his glass. "How did you fall in love with this boy?"

I took another sip. "It's a long story. You believe in love at first sight?"

I don't know how long we talked into the night. I talked about what it was like being alone and miserable with my secret. I told him how we met and the figure studies you sat for. I talked about how smart and courageous and determined you were. I couldn't leave Frank completely in the dark – I had to give him a shorter, cleaned-up version of your life – but I just had to tell him about you, about why I thought I was so lucky I found you.

And for once, Frank just listened, a slow smile growing on his face the whole time. We waved at Mom and Dad and the others as they went upstairs to bed. We kept on talking, reminiscing, and remembering good times. And at some point, it dawned on me that it might be all right. That Frank was okay with me. That everyone in the family might be okay with you and me being together. I know Frank refilled my glass at least twice. Maybe it was more than that.

I don't remember stumbling into bed.

I was barely myself coming downstairs, way later than I usually do. I'd slept through my alarm, and Mom and Dad and Nonna were painfully cheerful in the kitchen. A shower had helped, but my head still ached.

"Come on, Zander, get something to eat, and I'll drive you in to school," Dad chided me.

I grabbed a bowl and got out some cereal.

Mom sat reading the paper. "Look at this," I heard her say. She pointed to an article.

Dad and Nonna moved to see. I was too busy scarfing down my cereal to look, but the news had all three adults glued to the print.

"Madre Dio," I heard my grandmother growl.

Dad got tight lipped, the way he does when something outrageous happens.

"What is it?" I asked.

Three pairs of eyes looked up at me. "Nothing, Zander," my Dad said. "Nothing."

I blinked, too tired and nervous about the day ahead to argue. But as I left the house with Dad, I heard Nonna talking to Mom: "I think I know who we call to fix this, Monica. She still lives in town. Don't you worry."

(***)

In the pre-dawn twilight, Kaz navigated Blackburn's dark streets skillfully, but slowly. The prehistoric Olds had been built for comfort, not handling. Before we even arrived at the school, Kaz started up his usual chatter. Our run would not be silent.

We took it easy, deciding just to stay on the track where we had run yesterday afternoon. Where I had actually won a race. I think I must have been the most astonished person there that afternoon. It wasn't long before Kaz started up again.

"Andy, I don’t want you to worry about that stuff in the newspaper," he began.

"Kaz, how can I not worry? What's going to happen in school today? And that evangelical guy is going to do his prayer vigil right outside St. James' while we get married. I bet they're going to try and block the church," I fretted.

"You think he's gonna stop the wedding?" he asked.

"You think he won't?" I countered.

"Nah, get real, Andy," Kaz answered, "the guy's just a blowhard."

"My father was a blowhard," I pointed out simply.

For once, that made Kaz shut up and think.

I already knew that big beefy guys with an axe to grind could be dangerous. Especially to me. I wondered if Zander would be safe today. No way did I want to be the cause of any pain to Zander. I wanted my phone back, so I could call him. But if I had it, would I tell him to call off everything? Would I tell him about how scared I felt for him?

I wondered what Bruce Mack or his aunt Phyllis Chandler had to do with all this nasty publicity. About the only good thing was that the article had just come out in yesterday's paper; Pastor Norris only had a day in which to drum up a crowd to threaten us. To shut us out of our own wedding.

We ran, and I seethed.

"Why can't they just leave us alone?" I finally burst out. "What did I do to anyone except fall in love? Was that a crime?" I couldn't stop. I was working on a full scale rant. "I mean, look at you and Terry. When you get married, the only thing in the news will be a cute picture and a collective 'awwww' from the entire city of Blackburn. But for Zander and me, it's a world-wide scandal. Since when is it anyone's business if two people who happen to love each other get married? Why should it be this huge deal? Who exactly are we hurting? Can you tell me?"

My demand for an answer to this last echoed of the darkened stands. I was so mad, I was ready to sprint.

But I kept pace with Kaz, who said nothing. This was so uncharacteristic of him, that I wondered if he was okay. He took his time – a whole lap around the track – before he spoke again.

"It is a big deal. You getting married, I mean."

I glanced sharply at my giant friend in the darkness.

"Think about it. Kids get married only when something goes wrong; like when a guy gets his girlfriend pregnant, or like that. It's like marriage is a punishment for them; it's not really love, at all." Kaz was reasoning aloud, now.

I decided not to interrupt.

"And Terry and me? Everyone's known since fifth grade that we're gonna get married. High school sweethearts get a free pass – we're old news."

We jogged on.

"But you and Zander? You’re different on so many levels. One, you're a huge surprise – until this fall, Zander pretty much gave up on living his life; nobody knew him anymore. And you – you're completely unknown. You're so quiet, I bet ninety percent of the school didn’t even know you exist."

I shook my head when Kaz paused a moment.

Then he held up two fingers. "Two: you love each other. This is the real thing, it's not some punishment. Anyone with eyes and ears who pays attention can see that it's as real as me and Terry. Three, there's the whole gay thing. Ever think about how insecure you can make some random straight guy? There he is, trying to play the field, trying to figure out what he wants, trying to keep his social head above water, and there you come along – totally in love, totally knowing what you want, trashing the whole social pecking order thing. To that poor fool, it looks like you have it all, and the only thing he's got left is to be jealous of you."

Jealous? Who would be jealous of me?

"I'm just saying, Andy, it's more of a big thing than you think. I love you guys, and I think what you're doing is great. Love is always a huge deal, and some people can't get over it when they don't have what you do. So, they're knuckleheads. Their being knuckleheads is not a big deal."

I found my voice. "But what about that prayer thing outside the church?"

"Can you change what that guy is doing? No. You can worry about it all day and make yourself sick, or you can just have a little faith, and figure things out when the time comes. Your attitude is the thing, Andy. It's not your body that quits, it's your mind – and since when are you gonna let your mind quit?"

I love Kaz. He was giving me a serious pep talk, trying to keep me cool and focused, just like he did when I started running. Do other gay men get this kind of treatment from their straight friends? I wondered.

Anyhow, I felt a little better. My gut still simmered, I still worried, and I still felt annoyed by the headline, but somehow, Kaz had helped me calm down about it all. When the first raindrops started falling, we were ready to head in for a shower.

I had hoped to see Zander at school breakfast after running, but no luck. I guess Monica and Garrett kept him home with the family until the last possible moment. I remember that I went to classes, and I suppose I can reconstruct what happened in class from my sketchy notes, but I can't really recall anything definite. What I do remember were the unusual stares and whispers I was getting in the halls, and the odd, formal, pedantic courtesy I received from Mr. Warfield in English. At first I couldn’t figure out that it was me he was talking to. And Mrs. Landon seemed to make a point of smiling at me all through History.

Zander wasn't at lunch, either. This time, it was Terry who disappeared after Physics, so I assumed she was chaperoning him someplace other than the cafeteria. I thought about trying to follow her, but I gave that up.

At lunch, Kaz and Nick sat with me; Alyssa was missing, which I thought was unusual. Probably helping Terry keep Zander in line. I hoped she wasn't trying any last-minute conversions like Lena did. The conversation at our table was pretty much about running and track. This was Kaz doing his best to keep things light.

But Kaz and Terry must have recruited more than Nick and Alyssa into their plans; Mrs. Gersheimer and Mr. Karpus both wore knowing smirks after lunch. Mrs. G artlessly divided our class into small groups. Mine worked in an empty classroom across the hall from our normal room. I never saw Zander. Then, when I got to art class, I looked for Zander in his usual spot, but he never showed up. Talk about artless: Mr. Karpus let it drop that he'd sent several students outside to do some sketches from nature. Yeah. Right. It looked pretty grey outside. Sketches in the rain.

With the time for school to let out approaching, I got increasingly fidgety. My anxieties just kept forcing themselves to the front of my brain. I could still run. Still hide. I could disappear and never find out if my dreams would become real. Vanish and avoid all those people who wished me and Zander would convert to their version of normal. But that wasn't going to happen.

At least, that's what I told myself.

By the end of classes, I was a wreck. When the bell sounded, I gathered my books and stuff together and found Kaz waiting for me at the door. Mechanically, I let him help me sort out what I needed to bring home for my homework due Monday – hell, I was about to get married in two hours, and all I could think about was homework! How sick was that?

Hard to believe how rattled you get when you listen to what you're afraid of.

We walked out to the Kasimierski-mobile under chilly grey skies. It looked like the rain might start up again at any minute. Yesterday was not a good day to be out on the road, wandering. I was suddenly grateful that I'd been rescued from that.

Kaz took a few back streets to get to St. James' parking lot. It looked pretty empty. Just under two hours to go. Kaz and I pulled our fancy dress clothes out of the trunk, and I shouldered my pack.

Two hours to change clothes. Two hours to review the wedding service. Two hours to get anxious, and nervous, and tied up in knots. The first thing I did when we entered the back door to the church building was find a bathroom where I could lock myself in and hole up and be alone. I tried to get my head together.

I'd been in that bathroom before, in December. Back then, I was dirty, homeless, cold, and hungry. That tiled retreat was about the most normal place in the building for me. If an angel of the Lord had come down to that bathroom in December bringing tidings that, behold, I'd be getting married to a wonderful, funny, talented, smart, and beautiful boy, I'd have told God to have his head examined. The thought actually made me smile for the first time that afternoon.

I wondered where Zander was. Somewhere else in the building, maybe? Back at the Stevenson house, getting dressed? Getting plied with booze by brother Frank? Getting talked out of all this gay wedding nonsense by big sister Maria or Grandfather Stevenson?

I got brought back to reality by a sharp rap on the door. "Hey, Andy. You okay?" Kaz's voice on the other side sounded concerned.

Time for a deep breath. "I'm fine, Kaz. Coming in a sec," I called out.

I found Kaz waiting for me outside the door. He guided me to a room – it must have been a Sunday School classroom, I guessed – where I could sit and change clothes. I decided it would be best to review what would happen in the church next. The rehearsal Thursday had gone way too fast.

I couldn't believe someone had gone to the trouble of actually printing a little booklet with everything in it. I'm not sure where Kaz found it, but I was really happy to have it so the two of us could go over everything several times. I mentally practiced what I had to say, and the scripture I would read to Zander, and everyone else. But mostly to Zander.

After a while, Kaz glanced at his watch uncertainly. "Hey, Andy, I think it’s time we got dressed."

I nodded but didn't move. There was something bugging me, something I'd been thinking about all day. "Kaz? Why are you doing this? I mean, you and Zander have been best friends since forever, right? How come you aren't with him? Doesn't seem right you should have to hang around with me all day," I concluded.

"You're right about that," Kaz replied with a smile, "I don't remember when Zander and I weren't friends. I love him like a brother, you know? Well, Zander couldn't be here to take care of you himself, so he asked me to do it for him. You're that important to him, you understand?"

Zander had given up being with his best friend on his wedding day for me. I smiled, but a tear formed in the angle of my eye.

Kaz extracted his suit from a garment bag. He began peeling down out of his clothes. I decided to give Kaz some privacy, so I stepped out of the room. I wondered who would help me with my tie; Zander promised he'd do it, but it didn't look like that was going to happen.

I heard some footsteps in the hall, and Monica bustled around the corner, her arms absolutely full of flowers.

I stepped in her direction. "Need help, Mom?" I asked.

She looked up at me, startled. "Oh, Andy, there you are. Um, no, thanks, I can manage. You're not going to do your own flowers for your wedding."

I noticed what she was wearing – she'd gotten really dressed up. "I like your dress," I told her.

She smiled modestly. "I found it on sale. Couldn't resist. So, Andy," she smiled at me, "aren’t you getting your suit on? People will be arriving soon."

Oh, boy. That's the part I was afraid of. Couldn't we just do this in a quiet corner of Father Brewer's office?

"I'll get into my fancy clothes after Kaz is done." I gestured toward our changing room with my head. She hardly had to remind me.

"Good." She nodded approvingly. "Don't take too long." She walked smartly down the hall, her heels clicking on the tile.

Kaz emerged from the room, his own blue suit hanging elegantly on his enormous frame. "Your turn," he grinned.

I stepped inside. Alone in the little room, I took a deep breath. I thought I heard footsteps in the hall. Voices. People. I wondered who they were. I peeked out the window: rain was falling. Time to stop procrastinating.

I pulled off my jeans and my boots, hanging the denims over the back of the chair. I eased the suit pants off the hanger and stepped into the light, silky smooth trousers. The fit was tighter than I was used to, but Zander had approved. Shoes: black, polished things, completely alien to me. They almost slid on the floor like skates.

My flannel shirt came off next. This was an old one, one of my favorites. Something for comfort under stress. I thought the last week – hell, the last month – counted as stressful. The t-shirt I wore underneath was one Zander bought for me – "I'm with beautiful," it read. The tee joined the flannel hanging on the chair.

I was reaching for my new white shirt, when Kaz burst into the room. "Hey, Andy, you'd better…" He fell silent.

For a moment, I wondered what his problem was. Then I remembered. Scars. I turned and looked up at his face. Kaz looked confused and embarrassed. Like he wanted to be someplace else but couldn't.

"Damn, Andy, I'm sorry," Kaz said simply.

Sorry about what? Sorry that he had to see what I looked like? Sorry that he'd gotten stuck with me for the day?

He swallowed once, hard. He frowned. "That. On your back. Your dad did that to you?"

I nodded. I still held my dress shirt in my hands.

"Good thing your dad is dead, then. I'd want to kill him myself, for that." He was completely serious, I knew. God bless my friend, Kaz the Giant.

"It's okay, Kaz. It's all done now," I said softly, shrugging.

I moved to put on my shirt, and Kaz seemed to remember something.

"Andy, I think you need to get dressed quick," he said more urgently, "there's someone down the hall who needs to see you."

My fingers stopped working on the buttons. "Who is it?" I asked, looking up at him sharply.

Kaz shrugged. "Don't know. Never seen her before. She's waiting for you in the priest's office, though."

She? Someone from Family Services? Phyllis Chandler again? I'd been feeling anxious and panicky off and on for the past three days. It got a whole lot worse at that moment.

"Is she by herself, or did someone come with her?"

"I think she's alone. I'm not sure, though," Kaz replied.

Well, shit. If it was Phyllis Chandler, Kaz wouldn't know her. I toyed with the idea of asking Kaz to go peek at her and describe the visitor to me. Anxiety and anger jostled for position; if I was going to have a Gunnar Ericsson rage moment, this was a damn good time for it.

I hardened my face into a mask of resolve. If Phyllis Chandler thought she could stomp on in and prevent Zander and me from marrying, she had another thing coming. I'd had enough. She was alone. I figured I could handle her.

I resumed buttoning up my shirt, deliberately this time. No hurry. "Kaz, can you help me with my tie?"

Kaz looked at me curiously. "That can wait, if you want," he said.

"No, let's do it now."

Kaz moved behind me and tried to show me how to knot the elegant striped silk necktie. It was kind of difficult for him, with his huge hands trying to work over my shoulders. It required several tries before it looked right.

The big man handed my suit jacket, which seemed to skim over my shoulders as I put it on. He whistled. "Whoa, Andy, you dress up pretty good."

"Okay, let's go see my visitor," I said with determination. "You coming?"

Kaz followed me as I strode down the hall. If Family Protective Services wanted to object to the wedding, they could go join the protesters outside. I prepared for a confrontation.

The door to Father Brewer's office was open, so I walked right in without knocking. "Is there someone who wants me?" I asked harshly.

Then I saw the woman sitting in the comfortable wing back chair. Handsomely dressed. Thin frame, but solid looking. Silver white hair, lively brown eyes. Glasses hung from a chain around her neck. Definitely not Phyllis Chandler.

She turned, looked up at me, and her hand went to her mouth, eyes wide. My ears registered her gasp a second later. She stood and took a step in my direction.

That face. I could just about place it.

She moved closer. Her left hand reached up, brushed my cheek. "Dear God, it is you," she breathed. And I was pulled into a tight embrace. Who knew little old ladies could be so strong? It was a few moments before she released me, so she could look at me again.

"You don't remember me, do you? I'm Delia Walker. Your grandmother."

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Umm, if it turns out that this was all a dream.. I jest. I know it isn't because there is only one place that's rugged and lacking amenities such as a proper bed, and that's where I'm sure the boys are. If it is, I'll invoke the slow clap. Nice move sending us into panic. If it isn't, I'll be forced to go Def2 a la David2...
The whole breakdown of the day was great. Kaz is the best friend the boys could have asked for.
A Grandma.. That was a lovely surprise, and I hope it means more good things for Andy..

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On 03/06/2016 10:03 AM, Defiance19 said:

Umm, if it turns out that this was all a dream.. I jest. I know it isn't because there is only one place that's rugged and lacking amenities such as a proper bed, and that's where I'm sure the boys are. If it is, I'll invoke the slow clap. Nice move sending us into panic. If it isn't, I'll be forced to go Def2 a la David2...

The whole breakdown of the day was great. Kaz is the best friend the boys could have asked for.

A Grandma.. That was a lovely surprise, and I hope it means more good things for Andy..

I am glad you liked Andy's description of what must have been a crazy day. Everyone surely needs a Kaz in their lives. He's been a true friend to both Zander and Andy. I could not agree with you more. Delia Walker was an unexpected bonus. Not sure what 'slow clap' means in this context, so I will hope it will not involve me being run out of GA on a rail. Thanks for your commentary, but most importantly, thank you for reading Andy's journal.

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All I'm gonna say is well done on tying everyone guts into huge tangled knots. ;)
Not that I'm surprised the news of the wedding burst out like that. And I know who Nonna is going to call. The bad guys won't know what hit them before it's too late: someone who knows everyone and everything in this town. :lol:

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On 10/29/2016 11:34 PM, Timothy M. said:

All I'm gonna say is well done on tying everyone guts into huge tangled knots. ;)

Not that I'm surprised the news of the wedding burst out like that. And I know who Nonna is going to call. The bad guys won't know what hit them before it's too late: someone who knows everyone and everything in this town. :lol:

Thank you for your comment, and yes, I admit I was trying to heighten the tension a bit. ;) The wedding news got out, and it could hardly pass in Blackburn without come idiot commenting, ranting or protesting. But the best was saved for last, no? Many, many thanks!

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Awesome chapter. Wedding Day, Andy so full of nervous tension and anxiety, who better to have as a friend Kaz, his chaperone and support for the day. Then at the very last minute you introduce Andy to his Grandma, what a twist.

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1 hour ago, chris191070 said:

Awesome chapter. Wedding Day, Andy so full of nervous tension and anxiety, who better to have as a friend Kaz, his chaperone and support for the day. Then at the very last minute you introduce Andy to his Grandma, what a twist.

As happy as I am for Andy for finding his grandmother I'm that much more happy for her finding Andy

I heard it said that the worse thing that a person can go through is out living their child.Delia not only lost her daughter but thought she lost her grandson. To find out Andy still alive and getting married she must be over the moon

 

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4 hours ago, chris191070 said:

Awesome chapter. Wedding Day, Andy so full of nervous tension and anxiety, who better to have as a friend Kaz, his chaperone and support for the day. Then at the very last minute you introduce Andy to his Grandma, what a twist.

A day of slowly growing pressure and tension, and then, to cap it all, a strange woman asking to see him. Poor Kaz, good friend that he is, must be wondering what's going on. Andy was getting set to tell Phyllis Chandler off, only to be greeted by someone wholly unexpected. Thanks for your kind thoughts and for reading.

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3 hours ago, weinerdog said:

As happy as I am for Andy for finding his grandmother I'm that much more happy for her finding Andy

I heard it said that the worse thing that a person can go through is out living their child.Delia not only lost her daughter but thought she lost her grandson. To find out Andy still alive and getting married she must be over the moon

 

Delia Walker must have come quite a ways to see her long-lost grandson. That says a lot about the power of love. You're right that she must feel great elation at finding him alive.

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Did I forget to mention I hate cliffhangers longer than one chapter?  It's cheating to start a chapter with a cliffhanger. I do hope it is resolved by the end of the next chapter. 

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5 hours ago, raven1 said:

Did I forget to mention I hate cliffhangers longer than one chapter?  It's cheating to start a chapter with a cliffhanger. I do hope it is resolved by the end of the next chapter. 

I’m sorry, at least a little bit, about the cliffhanging. But at least we know it wasn’t Phyllis Chandler waiting for Andy. What a day he’s had! And it’s not even over. Thanks so much for reading and for your comments. 

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I'm with a couple of other readers thinking they are honeymooning at Eustace's.  Hopefully.  Grandma was a nice surprise, no wonder Andy's uncle couldn't get a hold of her.

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1 hour ago, CincyKris said:

I'm with a couple of other readers thinking they are honeymooning at Eustace's.  Hopefully.  Grandma was a nice surprise, no wonder Andy's uncle couldn't get a hold of her.

I’m glad you thought this was a nice surprise. It’s good to see Andy had real family too. Then again, he seems to have gathered to himself a whole extended family of his own making. Thanks again for reading! 

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1 hour ago, Dan South said:

What on earth..? I would have lost my mind waiting for the next chapter to publish…

Originally, these last chapters published in rapid succession over the period of a few days.  Still, it might have been a little bit of a cliffhanger.

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