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Timothy - 9. Chapter 9
The semester finished, Stephen went to work for his grandfather. I spent time home with Mom and Dad when I wasn’t doing outdoor chores for Mrs. Kenner. I checked on Randy and his mother before going back home. I always made sure they were okay.
Stephen had decided he wouldn’t stay in a dorm this year. He said the dorm fees were higher than renting an apartment, and he could use the difference to help Randy and his mother. I think this was his justification for renting Johnny’s vacant apartment. Mrs. Kenner must have said something to him about staying with me. Even though he rented that apartment, he was in my room most of the time. The only time he wasn’t was when he or I had homework.
When Stephen came back, he made arrangements for Randy to start school. He had missed school and could not assume his age grade. Stephen tutored the boy, and it wasn’t unusual to find Stephen and Albert working with Randy in the common room.
Having Stephen living across the hall from me only deepened our love for each other. There was no question that I could see us living together in the future, but we had to finish school first. For me, that would be another three years. Stephen could finish in one year with his B.A. degree, but I had two years of law school before I was finished.
“Stephen, what are we going to do when you finish school? I’ll have two more years before I get my law degree.”
“I was thinking of getting my MBA degree. That will take me two more years.”
I smiled as I grabbed him in a kiss that caused certain parts of our anatomy to come awake.
During our run on the following Sunday morning, Randy joined us. “Stephen, we got a tail.”
Stephen looked back and saw Randy running toward us. We slowed our pace allowing him to catch up to us. He had a math test he wanted to show Stephen. Without stopping, we continued to run while Stephen looked at the paper. “Randy, this is fantastic. Good job. Tim, look at this.”
I looked, and he got a 100. “We need to celebrate. How about a pizza tonight?”
Randy’s eyes seemed to light up. “Can I have a pepperoni pizza?”
“Yes, maybe two.”
When we got to Mrs. Kenner’s, we started our cool-down exercises. “Randy did very well on his math test.”
“I think the boy is smart. I’m sure he would be further ahead if he didn’t miss so much schooling.”
“We better go and get changed. Look, someone is coming up the walk.”
“Can I go with you when you get the pizza?”
“Sure, we need to shower and change. They won’t let us in the pizza place smelling like Tim.”
I started to laugh, “Stephen, you smell worse than me.”
“Randy, who smells worse, Tim or me?”
“Randy, remembering I’m paying.” Then we started to laugh, and soon Randy was laughing as well.
We headed to our rooms to shower and dress. Usually, we shower together, but because Randy was with us, we showered in our rooms. Randy went with Stephen.
I finished showering, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I knocked on Stephen’s door. Randy opens the door.
“Stephen hasn’t finished showering .”
“Come on over, and I’ll give you a glass of orange juice. Stephen will come over for a glass when he is done showering.”
As I poured Randy a glass, I began to fix breakfast. As I was finishing the eggs, Stephen showed up. “Randy, you had a good grade on that math test. How are you doing in your other subjects?”
“Okay”
“I have an idea, why don’t you come here and do your homework. If you need help or don’t understand anything, we can help.”
“I have to help my mom.”
“One of us can look in on her while you study.”
“Maybe we can help you at home. We can stop, check your homework, answer any questions.”
As we continued to talk, Randy slowly agreed. We agreed to do it on a trial basis. I knew it would work, and I think Stephen also felt that way.
We met with Randy’s mother and explained what we would do to help Randy in school.
“Stephan, does Randy’s mother look like she is improving? She appeared more aware and awake.”
“I agree. I think having a nurse checking on her, having a doctor making visits once a month, has provided hope.”
“I am sure with Randy back in school and doing well has helped as well.”
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