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Timothy - 17. Chapter 17
Walking into Mrs. Kenner’s house, we saw Al and his girlfriend sitting in the common room. They were watching TV. We waved hello and headed for my apartment. I was tired and ready for bed. No matter how comfortable Stephen’s beds were at his home, mine would feel better. While taking our shower, I realized why my bed felt better. Stephen was in it.
Stephen finalized our wedding plans and printed off invitations. Those that we had to mail, he printed envelopes, I had to glue those together. Those that didn’t need to be mailed we handed out. I teased Albert, saying we could make it a double wedding. Mrs. Kenner said she wasn’t surprised.
Four weeks before the semester would be over, I crammed for the bar exam. I had Stephen ask me questions from the example tests in the book. I’d write out the answer and then check my answer with the book. Stephen kept saying, you’ll kill this test. I only hope his words were true.
We had a break between the last day of the semester and graduation. I wanted to take the bar exam doing that time. I told my advisor why I wanted to take the bar before graduation, even knowing I wouldn’t have the results until after graduation.
Two days before graduation, I got a note from my advisor telling me that I could take the bar exam at the offices of Judge Journal. He was on our state’s Supreme Court.
Have you ever felt excited and afraid at the same time? I was excited about being able to take the exam and fearful of failing.
The day before the test, Stephen made sure I was relaxed and not thinking about the test. We took a ride to the country. I parked the car and walked among the trees. We took off our shoes and socks, soaking our feet in the cold stream of water. Laying back on the grass, kissing, nestling in his arms, I felt safe, and all was right with the world, our world.
On the day of the exam, “Do your best, Tim. I’m pulling for you, and you have your good luck charm above.”
“How do you know about that?”
“I had a dream last night. A young man said to tell you to take your time. He said it’s like milking goats, and you need to have patience.”
I started to laugh. “The teats on a goat are tiny compared to a cow. So milking a goat, you need to take your time to get all of the milk.”
“I don’t understand.”
So I showed him. “That is how you milk a cow, and a goat is like this.”
Now I started something that we finished in the shower.
Arriving at Judge Journal’s office, I introduced myself to the receptionist. She told me to take a seat, and she would notify Judge Journal I am here.
I waited about 15 minutes, a nervous 15 minutes before she came back with what looked like a small book. “If you follow me, I’ll show you the conference room.”
Arriving at the conference room, she set the book on the table, “There is a carafe of coffee and bottles of water in that refrigerator. I’ll come back when the time is up. If you finish before I come back, push 651 on that phone. Good luck.”
I opened the book and started to answer the questions.
Six hours later, I stopped for a glass of water. I still hadn’t finished the book. After eight hours, the receptionist came back and took the book. “The Bar Association will notify you as to the results of your test and if you passed the bar.”
Arriving back at my apartment Stephen was waiting for me with a spaghetti dinner. We had a quest, I saw the pizza before Randy grabbed me.
“How did you do?”
“Don’t know, the Bar Association will let me know. Where are my family, and did your mother come?”
“I have booked everyone into the hotel next to the University. Randy is staying here, and his mother is with your family.”
I was tired. I think mental exhaustion is worse than physical exhaustion. I took a shower, alone. Stephen took the food to his apartment. I put on a pair of sweats and headed to Stephen’s apartment. I had a small plate of spaghetti.
“I’m sorry, guys, but I’m beat. Stephen, what you don’t eat tonight, put it in the fridge we can have it for breakfast. Good night guys.” I kissed Stephen good night, and when I turned, there was Randy. I hugged him and kissed him on his forehead.
I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I had a dream, which I hadn’t had for a long time, ‘Donnie.’ In my dream, we were sitting by our fishing pond. “Timmy, you did well on your exam. You now need to focus on Stephen and your life with him. When the time comes, I’ll meet you and Stephen. Name your first child, Donald. He will surprise you.” Then he was gone, but I felt relaxed.
I was awake early in the morning. I fixed coffee and poured myself a glass of OJ. As I was putting the bottle of juice back into the fridge, I felt a pair of arms going around me. Turning my head, I got a kiss. “Get Randy up. We have time for our morning run.”
Running like we did when Randy was living here brought back memories. “This is like old times.”
“Yes, unfortunately, it will be the last time we make this run.”
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