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Birds Don't Sing Before a Storm - 29. Chapter 29

Final Chapter of Birds Don't Sing Before a Storm

I was in my room working on a homework assignment for law. I was going to wait until Sunday night, but my father and Rodney were watching a basketball game in the family room. Karen was reading a book, and Lane was in his bedroom playing video games. He had asked me if I wanted to play with him, but I wasn’t in the mood.

The more I thought about Curtis and Mike taking advantage of Joshua, the angrier I became. Sure, he was a self-centered diva, but he was also younger than the two of them, although by only a year. They were also much more muscular than him, and they could overpower him if they chose to do that. I was very concerned that they might pressure him into doing things he didn’t want to do. At one point, I even considered talking to Rodney to see if he would take me over to Mike’s house. However, I decided against it. Besides, if the three of them did want to do something together, it wasn’t any of my business.

I was lying on my bed with my laptop researching a question when someone knocked on my door. I looked in the corner of the laptop to see what time it was. It was 6:22. I hollered out, “Come in,” thinking it was probably Lane. However, Lane rarely knocked. He would just come barging in and jump on my bed.

Instead, it was Curtis. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked down and asked, “Whatcha doing?”

I replied coldly, “I’m working on an assignment for my law class.”

He responded by merely saying, “Oh.” He then sat and watched as I pretended to read an article on Wipikedia. With him staring down at me, it was hard to concentrate. Finally, I left the site and closed my computer.

I asked, “Do you want something? I thought you were over at Mike’s with Joshua.”

“I was,” he replied. “But I left.”

“Why?”

He toed off his shoes and scooted back on my bed. I put my computer on the floor, and sat beside him. I asked worriedly, “Something happen?” He seemed upset, so I was beginning to assume that Joshua had been hurt.

He shook his head. “Naw, not really. I just didn’t feel like sticking around.”

We were in another exchange of me trying to draw out what was wrong with him. Curtis was the kind of person who could shut himself off, and you would need a crowbar to open up what was bothering him. Finally, I asked, “Did you guys do a threesome with Joshua? When you left here a few hours ago, I kind of had an idea that is what you were going to do.”

“We were,” he said, “But we didn’t.”

“Something happen?”

He sighed and replied, “No, not really.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

He shook his head and explained, “Mike and Joshua got to making out and shit,” he said with a little anger in his voice, “They tried to get me to join them, but I just can’t get into that shit.” He sat up and turned towards me. “I can suck a guy’s dick, but I don’t want to kiss him or anything. I just don’t get into that emotional stuff.”

I replied, “But that’s a part of making love.”

He leaned toward me and said, “But that’s just it, Casey. I don’t want love. I just want to get off.” He looked at me with a questioning look. “Get it?”

“I’m not sure,” I replied. I was getting rather confused by his reasoning.

“Okay,” he said. “Let me see if I can explain this.” I watched as he thought about what he wanted to say. “I like having sex, a lot of it.” He grinned and added, “Hell, we’re seventeen. Ain’t we supposed to want sex all the time?”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I know I do.”

“You’re lucky,” he said. “You got Shade. And it’s okay if you guys make out and kiss and things like that. You guys love each other.”

I shook my head and said, “Okay.”

“But I ain’t in love with no one,” he continued. “I just ain’t into kissing guys, holding hands and shit like that.” His eyes widened and he said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, if you like doing things like that it’s okay.”

He nodded when I asked, “But it’s not your thing?”

“Not with a dude,” he said. “I mean, I can see myself kissing a girl and holding her hand, but with a dude, I just want sex. Nothing more.”

He shook his head and asked, “That’s kind of fucked up, isn’t it?”

“Not really,” I replied. “You have to do what you feel comfortable doing.”

“Yeah,” he said. “We was all naked and things, and I was ready to do something, but then they got to kissing and shit. I mean, me and Mike never did things like that before. But Joshua, he tried to kiss me and stick his tongue in my mouth. I thought I was going to puke all over the bed. Then they got to going at it really hot and heavy, so I got up and left. I don’t think they even noticed I was leaving until I was dressed and told them I was going.”

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, Casey,” he said sadly. “I mean, I got to rethink this gay thing. When it was sex, I was cool with it. But the more I think about having a steady boyfriend and all, I just ain’t with that program.”

“Maybe you should find a girlfriend?”

“No,” he replied. “I ain’t with that just yet either. Maybe I’ll wait until I know what I want.”

I nodded and said, “That’s a good idea.”

He grinned and said, “I know what I need.”

“What’s that?”

He explained, “I need to find a girl who is bi. We could love each other, but then do our own thing on the side.” He reached down and adjusted his sweats. “Hell,” he laughed, “It might be hot watching her get it on with another girl. She might even find it hot watching me do it with some dude.”

I laughed and said, “I don’t know if those girls exist.”

“They gotta,” he said hopefully. “I gotta change the girls I hit on. Girls like Monica would never go for that shit.”

I sat back and started laughing. “Curtis, you are one fucked up guy.”

“Yeah, I know,” he laughed as he tugged at his hard cock. “But man, I’m tired of being boned up all the time.” He tugged at his erection again. “I need more than jerking off all the time.” He wiggled his eyebrows and asked, “Sure you don’t want to do something? No one has to know.” I looked down as he stroked his huge cock through his sweat pants.”

I could feel myself begin to harden, but it wasn’t because I wanted to have sex with Curtis. After all, I was seventeen and gay. Any gay guy in my situation with another boy sitting a foot away stroking what looked like an eight-inch cock would get aroused.

Curtis looked down at my crotch and laughed. “You don’t have to answer that. I don’t want Shade trying to kick my ass.” He laughed again, and added, “As if he could anyway.”

He rose off the bed and patted my shoulder. “Thanks again, Casey.” He smiled and said, “You should be a psychologist.” He thanked me again before leaving the room.

Shade called me an hour after Curtis left. I had finished my assignment and I was just stretched out on the bed listening to a music disc Rodney had loaned me. He asked, “Have you eaten yet?” Lane had brought me a hot dog about an hour ago, but I was still hungry.

“Not really,” I replied. “Why?”

He answered, “I’m at the diner. Mom is fixing me and Daddy dinner, and she told me to call you to see if you wanted to join us.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. I could tell by the excitement in his voice, that if I had refused, he would have been disappointed.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he said and then hung up. I put on my shoes and then went into the bathroom to see if my hair needed combed.

I was waiting for him on the porch when he pulled up. I was surprised that his father was with him. When I climbed into the backseat, his father let out a low whistle. “Damn,” he said admiringly as he looked up at the house. “That is some home.”

I shrugged my shoulders and replied, “I guess.” I knew that Shade and his family didn’t have a lot of money, and I never tried to embarrass him when he visited. I knew where he lived, but he had never invited me into his home.

On the way back to the diner, Mr. Shade reminisced about Shade’s childhood. Since he was only six when the incident with the neighbor occurred, there weren’t many stories he could tell. However, he seemed happy for the moments they did share together. Shade laughed because it was probably the first time he had heard them.

“I came home one day,” his father laughed, “and this youngun was in a tree upside down.” He started laughing louder. “He had fallen off a branch, and his britches got caught. He was squealing like a pig. Damndest thing I ever saw.” If I could have seen Shade’s face, I’m sure it would have been beet red.

The door to the diner was locked, and Penny had to come over to open it. She smiled as she led us over to a table that she had prepared for dinner. It contained a white table cloth with a candle burning in the center of the table.

Mr. Shade walked over and hugged her. “Woo wee, Woman!” he said appreciatively. “You sure know how to make a man feel at home.” He looked over at us and asked, “Don’t she boys?”

Shade laughed and replied, “She sure does, Daddy.”

We sat at the table while Penny brought dinner to the table. It was nothing that was on the menu. She had prepared four T-bone steaks, baked potatoes, fresh broccoli with side salads.

“Woo wee, Momma!” exclaimed Shade. “We ain’t never eaten like this before.”

She leaned over and kissed Mr. Shade. “We’ve never had a reason before.” Shade reached down and held my hand. Mr. Shade looked down and smiled.

The meal was delicious. The steak almost melted in my mouth. I usually hated to eat steak because I found it tough and hard to chew. She had prepared it just right.

As we ate, Mr. Shade asked Shade about school. He excitedly told him about the play we were performing. He made sure to stress that I was his

assistant stage manager. Mr. Shade remarked that he and Penny would have to attend.

Shade asked his mother, “Will Carl let you off on a Friday night?”

She looked over at Mr. Shade, then she looked back at Shade and smiled. “He won’t have to.” She took Mr. Shade’s hand, held it and looked around the diner. “Next week, we’ll own this place.”

Shade squealed, “Really?” He jumped up, went around the table and hugged his mother and father. “I know you said you wanted to.”

She told him that they had discussed buying the diner with Carl that morning. He was in his seventies, and was well past retirement age. The only reason he hadn’t was because he couldn’t find anyone to take over the diner. Mr. Shade told them how Old Carl wanted to swindle them out of money, as he called it, before they were finally able to reach a figure they both could agree to.

Mrs. Shade said with pride, “It isn’t much, but it will be ours.”

Mr. Shade took a final bite of his steak and said, “We should add steak to the menu. You reckon your customers would buy it?”

She replied, “Don’t know till we try.”

Shade sat back down beside me and squeezed my hand. “Casey and I can help out too.” He grinned and added quickly, “Course we expect to get paid.”

Mrs. Shade looked over at me and said, “We’ll pay Casey,” then she looked at Shade, “but you work for your living.”

Shade frowned and said, “Hey, that ain’t fair!”

I started laughing when I glanced over and saw the look on Shade’s face. “Sounds fair to me,” I remarked. Mr. Shade raised his hand and high-fived me.

On the way home, Shade was really excited about the turn of events the past few days. He still couldn’t believe his father was home. He was also happy that his mother and father were going to buy the diner. Tears welled up in his eyes when he remarked, “Mom has been through so much the past eleven years. It’s about time the birds started singing again.” I looked over and remembered our conversation backstage just a few weeks earlier. I was surprised he also remembered it.

When Shade dropped me off, I asked him to come in for a while, but he said he had some homework that needed to be completed. I didn’t object because I knew he had fallen behind because of all the things going on in his life. The play was one week away, and hopefully, things would get back to normal.

My father, Karen and Lane were watching a movie when I went downstairs. Dad looked over a Karen and nodded. She then rose, grabbed Lane’s hand and said that he should go to his room and play some video games.

“Why?” he asked defiantly. “We was watching a movie.”

Karen said sternly, “Because I’m your mother and I said so.” Lane started to say something, but she glared at him. He stomped his foot and headed upstairs.

After they left, my father pointed to the sofa and asked me to have a seat. I asked worriedly, “What’s wrong?”

He replied, “There is something we need to talk about.” The tone of his voice worried me.

I asked nervously, “What?”

He sighed deeply and stated, “Your mother called earlier.” Just the mention of her name angered me. I hadn’t thought about her in weeks. I assumed she hadn’t thought about me, either.

I asked angrily, “What did she want?”

He shook his head and said, “Can you believe it? She wants you to come home.”

“What?” I shrieked as I stood and started pacing around the room. “Are you serious? I don’t want to go back and live with her!” Tears welled up in my eyes. “I can’t leave Shade!”

My father pointed to the chair and told me calmly, “Have a seat, Son.” I reluctantly sat down, but I was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. The last thing I wanted was to go live with my mother again. My life was finally happy. Returning home would be like sending me back to hell to live.

I looked at Dad and pleaded, “You’re not going to make me go back, are you?”

He shook his head. “No, Son,” he replied. “I was pretty sure how you would react, so I told her that I would not send you back to live with her again.”

“Why does she want me to come home anyway? She acted like she couldn’t wait to get rid of me.”

He said they had a long conversation. She told him the house seemed empty, and that she was lonely. She realized that she had acted too quickly, and now she wanted me to come home so she could make things up to me.

I asked worriedly, “What if she tries to make me go back?”

He smiled and said, “She can’t. I called my lawyer to make sure. He said since you are seventeen, you’re old enough to make your own decisions. No court would ever order you to go back.”

I asked worriedly, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he smiled. “I’m sure. I just wanted to let you know that she called. I knew what your answer would be, but I had to hear it from you.”

I was still a little skeptical. “So, I don’t have to go back to her?”

“No,” he stated adamantly. “You don’t.”

I rose and walked over to my father. He stood and we embraced. “Thanks, Dad,” I said as I hugged him tightly. “I love you.”

He squeezed me around the waist and replied, “I love you, too, Son.”

I returned to my room and stretched out on the bed. I now finally felt that my past was just that- my past. It had been a tough road, and for a long time the birds stopped singing and dark clouds swirled overhead. But like any storm, the clouds opened to a blue sky, the bright sun reappeared and the birds filled the air with their wonderful songs.

THE END

 

EPILOGUE

“Okay, breathe deeply,” I told Megan as I held her tightly. Rodney was holding her hand, but she was still a bundle of nerves.

I hadn’t seen Shade in half an hour. He was somewhere backstage making sure that the set was ready when the curtain opened.

Lane ran up and gripped my hand. “I’m scared, Casey.” He looked like he was on the verge of tears. He was adorable in his little green lederhosen and fluffy white shirt. He had complained the night before at dress rehearsal when he was given them. He had stated, “They look girly,” but Shade and I managed to convince him that that was the clothes that German boys wore.

I bent down and hugged him. “You’ll do just great, Little Brother.” Tears filled his eyes. “Just remember everything that Lorenzo and Megan taught you.”

“But I’m scared,” he whimpered again.

“Of course, you’re scared,” I said with a smile. “It’s called opening night jitters.”

He pouted and said, “What if I mess up?”

I kissed him on his forehead. “You won’t.” He attempted a smile as he turned and skipped off to where the other child performers were waiting offstage.

I laughed when Shade came up behind me and grabbed my hand. “God, I’m nervous,” he exclaimed.

I kissed his cheek and asked, “Is it always like this for everyone to be so nervous? Everything went perfect last night at dress rehearsal.”

He said nervously, “Yeah, but tonight the house is sold out.” We could hear the low din of chatter coming from behind the curtain. I followed Shade as he walked over and pulled the curtain back slightly. People were still making their way into the auditorium. Dad, Karen and Curtis were sitting in the third row. Mr. and Mrs. Shade was sitting beside them. If it was possible, Karen looked more worried than Megan.

Suddenly, we heard Joshua yelling behind us. “Shade, Dear,” he exclaimed as he quickly approached with Mike holding his hand. For the past week, Mike had been stopping by after baseball practice to wait for Joshua to get out of rehearsal. Joshua was introducing Mike to the others as his boyfriend.

“Shade, Dear,” said Joshua was he gripped Shade’s arm. “Megan is being such a bitch. Can’t you talk to her?” I looked over at Mike. He smiled and nodded. I nodded quickly and then looked away.

Shade asked, “What did she do now?”

“She’s trying to change one of the scenes at the last minute,” he replied.

Shade reminded him, “She is the director.” He took Joshua by the arm and started to lead him away. “Just do what she says. Okay?”

“Okay, Dear,” he replied, “But only because you insisted.”

When he left, Shade pretended to pull his hair out. “I can’t wait until this is over.” He moaned and added, “To think we added an additional performance tomorrow night.” There had been such a demand for tickets that a second show was added the following night. It was the first time that had happened. Max, of course, was thrilled.

Suddenly, we heard Megan holler out, “Places everyone!” Shade and I headed backstage to watch the performance on a television monitor. We were both wired with a headset, so we could hear what was happening in the control booth. Shade had warned me to be prepared for almost anything. During the last play, one of the walls had fallen and they had to briefly close the curtain while it was reset.

When the curtain opened, Rodney and Mike stepped up beside us to watch the performance on the television screen. I still didn’t feel comfortable with Mike being backstage, but Joshua had asked Max if he could stay nearby for support. It was a given to everyone that Rodney would only be steps away from Megan. Even though he had no particular role in the play, he was still considered a cast member because he was always seen with Megan.

The first act when by without any problems. Lane’s performance was excellent. Once onstage, he fell completely into the role of Kurt. I was worried because he had a few lines, but he performed them without any problems. I’m not sure how it appeared to the audience, but on the screen Elisa and Joshua had a certain chemistry onstage. Their duets sounded great, and judging by the applause we could hear backstage, the audience seemed to agree. I hated to admit it, but Joshua was impressive. I knew he could sing, but he had also become quite a good actor the past few weeks.

There were a few minor problems as we prepared the set for the second act. We had trouble rolling one of the sets onstage. Fortunately, however, the father who was a carpenter and helped us with the staircase was able to repair it so we could set it into place.

Lane ran up and hugged me. He asked excitedly, “How am I doing?”

“You are doing great, Little Brother,” I replied. Tears appeared in his eyes when I hugged him and said, “I’m so proud of you.” Rodney also knelt down and hugged him and told him what a good job he was doing. When Lorenzo hollered for him, he turned and skipped happily away.

The second act also went smoothly. We could hear the audience laughing when Lane sang, “So long, farewell, Al Peterson, goodbye,” as he was leaving the stage at the end of a number.

When the play ended, the audience gave the performers a rousing standing ovation. When Megan was called out to take a bow as the director, Curtis handed Rodney a bouquet of roses. Megan started crying as she kissed Rodney onstage in front of everyone.

When the curtain closed, Lane ran across the stage and jumped into my arms. “I had the most funnest time!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Did you see me?”

"I sure did," I assured him as I kissed his forehead. “You were the best Kurt ever!” Just then, Megan and Rodney approached. She gave Lane a big hug and told him how proud she was of him. I had never seen him happier.

He squealed again when he looked across the stage to see Karen, Dad and Curtis approaching. He rushed over and hugged Karen tightly. She and Dad bent down and hugged him. He grabbed their hands as he skipped beside them as they approached.

Dad clapped his hands and announced, “I’ve reserved the backroom at Angelo’s Ristorante Italiano. I’m treating everyone to dinner!” Karen leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Dad began to count heads. There were Karen, Lane, Curtis, Rodney, Megan, Shade, his parents and me. He also invited Max, Elisa and her boyfriend and Lorenzo. I was a little disappointed when he invited Mike and Joshua. However, I knew that I couldn’t be upset with Mike forever. He was still Curtis’s friend, and since we were in the same grade at school, I would be seeing him for at least another year. As we were leaving, Dad hollered out and asked the rest of the crew if any of them wanted to join us. Eight raised their hands. They seemed excited when he told them to meet us at Angelo’s.

Later, as we partied at the restaurant, I couldn’t believe how much my life had changed in such a short time. I no longer felt like the abandoned boy who had been rejected by his mother. I had found a home, a family, friends and a boyfriend. I felt like the Von Trapp family as they left Austria and headed for a new beginning.

I had passed through the storm, crossed over the mountains and could now hear the birds singing.

Thank you for reading, Birds Don't Sing Before a Storm. I hope you have enjoyed it. Ron
Copyright © 2013 by Ronyx; All Rights Reserved.
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I am out of likes for the day! But I will continue to like and re-read this story. Corey finally got to a place where he can be happy, safe and loved. Thank you so much for sharing his tale with us.

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Beautiful!

 

Casey's unfit bio-mom gets shut down when she wants him back, Curtis is still confused, Casey eats with the Shade family, the play is a success, Shade remembers to get flowers for Rodney to give to Megan during the curtain call, Lane bids farewell to Al Peterson, Mike & Joshua pair up, and now I go into withdrawal… ;-)

 

'So Long, Farewell, Al Peterson' would have made a good title for the Lane sequel, but 'Men Don't Tell When They Make the White Stuff' is much better. Maybe Al Peterson can be the title of the second Lane sequel where he becomes a singer/actor/dancer/waiter after he graduates…

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When I came to "The End" I thought 'but what about the play' until I scrolled down to the Epilogue!

 

It's a good story on its own, but a sequel would be nice.

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This was a very good ending to the series. I liked that Curtis decided to think things over. Who knows what he'll decide, but now at least he won't end up hurting someone by mistake. It felt good for Casey to find a place to call home and actually be happy.

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Al Peterson indeed! -I won't forget that anytime soon. I grew quite attached to
Lane. He was the exception as I see it; that one little bird who sang throughout the
storm. He's special in so many ways. You make all the characters in your stories
seem so real, likeable or not.

 

This was a delightful story, and thank you so much for sharing it with us.

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What a great way to end the story! Shade's parents buy the diner, Shade and Casey are going strong, Curtis is actually thinking, and of course who can forget Lane's farewell to Al Peterson! Lmao! I'm really gonna miss reading about Casey, Shade, Rodney and Curtis, but I think I'll miss Lane most of all. He definitely holds a special place in my heart!

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Great ending! You brought me back to my school days when I used to perform in the theatre productions. I had to laugh at the scenery falling, because the same thing happened to me when I was in sixth grade and I had to miss my scene. I was so upset at the time! I really enjoyed this story. Thanks for sharing it with us :)

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What a beautiful story. you spun that tale with such skill and with so much emotion. you are a gifted story teller my friend. please continue to spin these tales they are so beautiful told

 

Bob

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Just a super story all the way through Ron!

 

Every chapter was great. They all led inexorably to this fitting final act! Bravo!

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Like all the rest, it was an amazing chapter. However I am really sad to see this story end however I really hope there might be a book two to this I would LOVE to continue reading this.

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Thank you for sharing your story with us Ron.

 

I enjoyed it greatly. You created interesting and believable characters. I especially liked the complexities of Curtis once they were revealed. And like many others I am sure, I absolutely adored Lane! "Al Peterson" was a perfect touch.

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I have really enjoyed this story and was always happy to see it updated (which was quite frequent, thank you

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On 05/19/2016 11:32 AM, Kjamieson said:

I have really enjoyed this story and was always happy to see it updated (which was quite frequent, thank you

Thanks, Kjamieson. I plan to post other stories in the future. Ron

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On 05/19/2016 11:05 AM, said:

Thank you for sharing your story with us Ron.

 

I enjoyed it greatly. You created interesting and believable characters. I especially liked the complexities of Curtis once they were revealed. And like many others I am sure, I absolutely adored Lane! "Al Peterson" was a perfect touch.

Thank you, oxala. I'm glad you enjoyed Curtis's complexities. As for Lane, who couldn't adore him. Ron

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On 05/19/2016 08:42 AM, BigDan44 said:

Like all the rest, it was an amazing chapter. However I am really sad to see this story end however I really hope there might be a book two to this I would LOVE to continue reading this.

Thanks, Dan. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. No plans, however, for a sequel. Ron

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On 05/19/2016 08:35 AM, skinnydragon said:

Just a super story all the way through Ron!

 

Every chapter was great. They all led inexorably to this fitting final act! Bravo!

Thank you, skinnydragon, for your weekly comments. I appreciated them. Ron

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On 05/19/2016 08:13 AM, fiedlerbob101 said:

What a beautiful story. you spun that tale with such skill and with so much emotion. you are a gifted story teller my friend. please continue to spin these tales they are so beautiful told

 

Bob

Thank you, Bob, for your very kind comments. I appreciate it. Ron

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On 05/19/2016 07:58 AM, avidreadr said:

I loved the story. Thank you for sharing it with us.

You are welcomed, avidreadr.

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On 05/19/2016 07:54 AM, Valkyrie said:

Great ending! You brought me back to my school days when I used to perform in the theatre productions. I had to laugh at the scenery falling, because the same thing happened to me when I was in sixth grade and I had to miss my scene. I was so upset at the time! I really enjoyed this story. Thanks for sharing it with us :)

Thank you, Valkyrie. I was never in the theater, but I attend over 20 a year. Scenery problems are rare, but they do occur. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Ron

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On 05/19/2016 05:56 AM, jaysalmn said:

What a great way to end the story! Shade's parents buy the diner, Shade and Casey are going strong, Curtis is actually thinking, and of course who can forget Lane's farewell to Al Peterson! Lmao! I'm really gonna miss reading about Casey, Shade, Rodney and Curtis, but I think I'll miss Lane most of all. He definitely holds a special place in my heart!

Thanks, jaysalmn. I think Lane holds a place in everyone's heart. We need more Lanes in the world. Ron

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On 05/19/2016 05:16 AM, Stephen said:

Al Peterson indeed! -I won't forget that anytime soon. I grew quite attached to

Lane. He was the exception as I see it; that one little bird who sang throughout the

storm. He's special in so many ways. You make all the characters in your stories

seem so real, likeable or not.

 

This was a delightful story, and thank you so much for sharing it with us.

Thank you, Stephen, for your kind words. I appreciate them.

Ron

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On 05/19/2016 04:46 AM, Puppilull said:

This was a very good ending to the series. I liked that Curtis decided to think things over. Who knows what he'll decide, but now at least he won't end up hurting someone by mistake. It felt good for Casey to find a place to call home and actually be happy.

Thank you, Puppilull, for your support during this story. I greatly appreciate it. Glad you enjoyed the ending. Ron

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On 05/19/2016 04:44 AM, najaate said:

No way! what about curtis.

Don't worry about Curtis, najaate. Like many of us, he's discovering who he is. Ron

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