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Trio, Book 1, Chapter 10, Part 1 from The Trio Conspiracies A Blue Hill Summer — Part One “They say he has a reputation with men.” “What? What does that mean?” “Homosexual, Morgan. Homosexual,” Joshuah said and sobbed. “Can’t be, Joshuah. It can’t be. Should I help you to bed?” “Why would anyone say that, Morg? About our father?” “That’s what we have to find out, Josh. Come on, I’ll get an ice pack. You got to put it on that eye. Let’s get to bed. Morgan and Joshuah walked quickly down the stairs to the second floor. Joshuah moaned and told Morgan his head really hurt. My eye stings. “I’ll get some medication and the ice bag and we’ll get to bed. They walked into Morgan’s bedroom. Morgan walked into his bathroom while Joshuah headed toward the beds. “Who’s in my bed?” “Trask,” shouted Morgan. “I want to stay here. In your bed.” Joshuah said as he undressed. “Sure OK.” Morgan walked back into the bedroom to Joshuah. “There’s only six cubes in this bag but I’m making more.” He handed the ice bag to Joshuah, took a swab and painted his eyelid, part of his forehead and cheekbone with orange antiseptic.. “You’ll be better in the morning. Joshuah let his tennis shorts drop to the floor. “You don’t wear underwear?” “Yeah, I forgot to put them back on earlier.” “Earlier?” “Yeah. Morgan. I’m not a virgin anymore.” “Who?” “Several.” “Joshuah, come on! You gotta be careful. It’s so dangerous with all the junk diseases going around.” Morgan took off his clothes. “You really think the situation is that bad?” “Joshuah, you’ve lived with our father almost as long as I have...” “But I’ve never had the sense of a being a doctor like you and dad.” “Bull shit, Joshuah. You can read the papers. Protect yourself.” “Only if I could,” Joshuah said, and moved close to his brother. “But don’t worry. I’ll be careful.” “I hope so.” He looked at Joshuah. “Joshuah, tell me what happened tonight.” “OK.” “Where were you?” “At Barney’s Bar.” “What happened?” “Mark and I were having a beer. Some guys we didn’t know we’re making remarks about Dr. Steiner.” “Dad?” “Yeah!” “Like what?” “They said he was a child abuser and a Homo.” “What? Who are these people?” “I don’t know. Johnny Carr was there. I was surprised he didn’t help us but he didn’t.” “Would should he?” “He seemed to know these other guys. I told them to knock it off, talking about Dad, that way and so did Eddie, the bartender. Then, without warning, I didn’t even see the guy come at me in the mirror behind the bar. He tapped my shoulder, I turned and saw this fist coming at my face. I really saw stars, Morgan.” “What about Mark?” “The guy slugged his jaw and he tackled the man. I was getting up when Eddie intervened, told them to leave, and shortly after so did Johnny Carr.” “How the hell does Carr figure in?” “I don’t know.” “It’s too late now. Let’s get some sleep. I’ll take care of this in the morning. Dad, doesn’t know anything about it, right?” “Right!” “Josh, have you told me everything?” “Yeah.” “You’re not hurt anywhere else?” “No. It all happened so fast.” “I can’t figure out why is happened. It doesn’t make sense.” “Go to sleep now. If you need something, let me know.” “I’m OK, Morgan. Just stunned, that’s all.” “Good-night Josh.” “Good-night Morgan. What’s with Trask?” “He’s out for the night.” “Too much partying?” “Yeah.” Morgan laughed. “He’s really a good friend, Josh.” “I can tell,” Joshuah said, and yawned. Morgan closed the door to the telephone room, heard the click and dialed Chastain’s Funeral Home. “May I speak to Mr. John Carr?” he asked “Just a moment.” Morgan looked down at his green polo shirt and tan slacks, white bucks. “This is John Carr.” “John, this is Morgan Steiner.” “I thought you’d be calling me...” “Can we get together for lunch. I need information.” “Today?” “John, this is very important to me. I would appreciate it. Chris is...” “Where?” “How about the Grotto, say one thirty?” “I’ll be there.” Morgan hung up sat looking at the phone for a short while, wondered what his father was doing at the moment and puzzled by the scene with Josh at Barneys. “Oh, dad, what is going on?” He opened the door, looked at his wristwatch and knew he had a few minutes before he should leave. He walked quickly to the kitchen, peeked in, and saw his mother and Martha at the stove. “Can I borrow your car for a few moments?” “Why borrow my car, why not use your own?” “Mom, my hot rod is somewhat immature for a college graduate...” “You should really take a good look at you hot rod, my love, dad had it polished and then some. It’s in the fourth slot.” Trask put his hand on Morgan’s shoulder. “Going somewhere without me?” “I’ve got something personal to take care of.” “I know about it. Josh was crying upstairs in the shower. I finally found out what the trouble was. Morg, I would like to go with you wherever you’re going. Just to find out what the hell is going on. If it’s a case where it’s too private...” “Trask, if you know the subject matter, it’s no longer a family secret. I don’t know if it is anyway. Come on. We have to go in my high school hot rod. It beats walking. Everyone in Blue Hill knows my hot rod. Red, blue with green and yellow flames. Silly, but...it wasn’t at the time. They hurried across the back driveway. “Geez, do you have to dress like me?” Morgan laughed and punched Trask’s arm. “You look great, considering I thought you died last night.” “I couldn’t stop drinking that stuff. It was great. When you answered you phone call your mother got up and put a peach half in my Champagne. Morgan, that is crazy. Tastes marvelous. Where are we going?” “Right here,” Morgan raising garage door number four. The door opened and a red Corvette gleamed in the garage. Morgan was transfixed. “Where is my rod?” He walked around the car and saw a note. The keys were in the ignition. 'To our Morgan, the graduate and soon to be doctor, Mom, Dad, Josh, Martha, and Fritzi.’ He showed the note to Trask as they climbed into the car. “Shall we?” He turned on the ignition, backed slowly out of the drive, saw him mother, holding Fritzi, wave and Martha held a hanky to her face. Morgan blew kisses and backed out onto James Street. I won’t go down Maple. I’ll go down the main drag and show downtown Blue Hill to Trask. “Morgan, this thing really hums.” He watched the air muss Morgan’s curly hair. “It’s quiet, isn’t it?” Morgan shouted. He turned north onto West Avenue and proceeded slowly. He pointed out different stores, waved to different people. Some shouted, “Hey Morgan, how are you doing?” Others waved while some whistled. “Great car!” Morgan continued north into vacant lands and saw Ham’s Grotto on the left. “It that it?” Trask asked. “That’s it,” Morgan laughed. “That my friend was Blue Hill, Illinois, U.S.A. My hometown.” “It’s beautiful, Morgan,” Trask said. “Thank you, friend,” Morgan said. He understood that Trask was saying anything a part of you, Morgan, is beautiful. “I appreciate it.” Trask smiled as Morgan pulled into a parking place. “Leave the top down?” he asked. “Yeah, it won’t rain this afternoon. It’s not supposed to anyway.” “At least outside.” “At least outside,” Morgan said as they climbed and Trask counted seven stairs to the restaurant. “Wow,” Trask said following Morgan into the darkness. “What the heck. French Catholics settled parts of this area. A French family built this replica of the Lourdes Grotto and opened a restaurant. It’s been here longer than the Steiner family.” “This is gorgeous. Look at the gold and silver. I’ll bet the grotto at Lourdes doesn’t look this jazzy...” “Well, Morgan...how are you?” the tall redhead asked and approached him. “It’s been a long time.” “Marie,” Morgan said. “This is my friend Mr. Trask Barrow. He’s a fraternity brother and fellow sufferer in the school of medicine...” “How do you do, Monsiuer Trask—Mr. Trask. Ma pleasure—my pleasure. I“m Marie Benoit.” What a body. He looked at her blue eyes, red lips, full breasts, small waist and inhaled her cologne. She said, “follow me. Une table pour deux—a table for two...” “Pour troix—for three,” Morgan corrected as the wove among the tables. “Votre Francais est bonne—Your French is good,” Trask said. “Morgan spoke over his shoulder as they approached a corner table with windows facing the lake. “Merci, Monsieur, et vous aussi, je pense—Thank you sir, and you too, I think.” Marie smiled. “May I get you cocktails?” “Marie,” Morgan said softly. “We’re expecting John Carr to join us.” He turned to Trask. “How about a martini?” “No, thanks. Just some tomato juice for me.” “But you want a martini, Morgan?” “Yes, please Marie.” She smiled and walked toward the long bar. “Really cute,” Trask said. “Is she married?” “Yeah and to that stud over there.” He waved the bartender. “That stud?” “He’s getting all of that?” “Since they were fifteen. They’ve been married ten years or thereabouts.” They chatted as the bartender smiled at them and hurried to their table. He set the tomato juice in front of Trask, shook his hand and turned to Morgan. “Pour votre pere—for your father. Haven’t seen you guys, your family, any of you for along time.” He shook Morgan’s hand vigorously. “Morgan saved my. I got hit hard in a football game and couldn’t get up. He ran from the stands and told the ref and coaches to get an ambulance. I had appendicitis.” Trask sipped his juice. “He’s over dramatizing. This is Pierre Benoit.” “No way. Got to get back. My best to you family.” Johnny Carr approached the table. He stood, shook hands with Morgan. Morgan introduced Trask as Johnny sat down. The waiter took their orders, all Cob Salads. “Nothing to drink for me,” Johnny said. Morgan sipped his martini slowly then after the waiter had left. “Johnny, as you know, my brother was beaten badly last night, could have been killed...” “That was terrible Morgan...” “What happened?” Morgan set his martini down. The waiter set three salads down and left. “These guys were making comments about your dad.” “What guys?” “I think they work at the brickyard.” “Who are they?” “I don’t know!” “What was said and to whom?” “They made some unkind remarks about your father...” “Unkind?” “Comments and jibes about homosexuality.” “Do you know their names?” Johnny hesitated. “Listen Morgan...” “John, you listen. Who said those things about my father?” “It’s been around a long time.” “What in hell does that mean?” Morgan said raising his voice. Heads turned. “The comments are not new.” “John, after all my father has done for you, why didn’t you stand up for him?” Morgan glanced at Trask and frowned. “I’m waiting.” “I couldn’t.” “What do you mean?” “I saw something!” “What? Where? When?” Morgan pushed his salad back. “What did you see?” “You father and another man.” “What do you mean?” “It was that man that ran his office, way back.” “You mean, Mark Lehner?” Morgan asked. “That’s him.” “Go on.” “I had caddied for them. I was about ten I guess. I was tired when we finally got into the clubhouse. “Navajo?” “Yeah. It was late fall. Starting to get cold. I carried both their bags. They went to their lockers and I waited for them to shower.” “You didn’t’ shower?” “No, not right away. I was sweaty, but I heard that Mark guy scream and heard both of them shouting. There wasn’t anyone around. Dr. Steiner shouted for me to go get his medical bag from the car. I did and when I returned, your father, and I’m sorry to tell you this—for God’s sake, Morgan, don’t hit me, was kneeling in front of Mark.” “Doing what?” “His head was right in front of Mark’s crotch, I guess you would say. Morgan I don’t know how to talk about it.” “What do you think was going on?” “A blow job.” Morgan’s mouth dropped. Trask was silent. He glared at Johnny. “Why do you think that of my father?” “That’s what it looked like!” “What did you do with the bag?” “I dropped it and ran out of there.” “Why?” “I was scared!” “Afraid of my father. A doctor who saved your life?” “That was a long time before...” “Johnny, you were six years old...he drove you to the hospital...I know because I was there. He thought you were gonna die. He was prepared to make sure your parents went to jail. Who do you think was responsible for placing you with the Carson family?” “I don’t know!” “My dad, you ass hole.” “What did you do?” “I ran to the highway and hitchhiked home.” “To the Carson’s?” “To the Carson home.” “And you had been living there?” “About four years I guess.” “Johnny,” Morgan began, “there is something missing I still don’t understand. I can explain what you saw and it wasn’t what you think, but...” “My father told me that Mark had to leave town...” “You father? You saw your father after you moved into the Carson’s home?” “Yeah!” “They let you see him?” “They didn’t know. He would see me at school, when school was out. I was afraid of him too.” “Well, of course your were, he beat you and hurt your genitals.” Morgan stared at Johnny. “John, what is it you’re not telling me?” “I can’t, Morgan. I can’t.” “John, what happened at Navajo in the men’s shower, was: Mark, cut his side, practically did an incision on the lower right side of his abdomen.” Johnny frowned and listened. “Geez, John, you’ve been living with this all you’re life?” Johnny trembled and lit a cigarette. “The cut was caused by a straight pin, stuck in his gym bag. He raised the bag and could have slit his belly open. You probably didn’t notice, but my father’s pants were soaked, so they weren’t both naked...” Johnny was silent. He had tears in his eyes. “My father needed a clamp so he told you to get his surgical bag, you did, threw it in the shower, and he had to pull the bag toward him while he held Mark’s wound closed. He finally got a clamp and drove him to emergency, where they got him stitched. It was a good thing the pin didn’t penetrate the abdominal wall...” Morgan waited for Johnny to reply. “Well?” “Morgan, you don’t know what happened. You weren’t there.” “My father told my mother and me...and Josh...” “But there were stories...” “You keep saying that! What the fuck are you talking about? What stories?” Johnny looked at his salad and sipped water. “You want a drink?” Johnny hesitated and said, “Yeah. Please, Morgan. I can pay for it.” “I know you can, but today you’re my guest.” “Thanks.” “I’ll have a martini, too,” Trask said. “Two martinis and whatever Mr. Carr wants,” Morgan said to the waiter. “Earl, I have a bourbon and water.” Morgan watched Earl hurry to the bar. “I think I understand it now. What fool I’ve been. Oh, Morgan. I must go see your dad.” “No, Johnny. I will talk to my father. Do you want to tell me about it?” “My father would walk me to about a block from the Carson’s. He told me he wanted me to come home to live. He wouldn’t spank me anymore. If I didn’t, one of these days Dr. Steiner would try to hurt me, hurt my genitals...” “How terrible,” Morgan said, as he and Trask sipped their martinis. Johnny swallowed a large gulp. “Why, my dad, Johnny?” Morgan asked. “Oh I see. My father had you taken away from him and away from your mother. He probably knew you were attached to my father...” “I loved your dad. He saved my life. When my father told me this, what could I do? What did I know? I was a little kid. Scared beyond belief of adults. Especially adult men.” “You poor guy,” Trask said. Johnny glanced at Trask. “Yeah. I haven’t been right since that.” “But what about those guys from the brickyard?” “Morgan, my father worked and I guess he still does, works at the brickyard...” “Your father spread the lies about my dad?” “I’m not proud, Morgan. I’m sorry. Somehow, I’ll make it up to your father...” “Just don’t talk to my father until after I do. That’s all I ask. That’s very little to ask considering a lifetime of lies. I’ll take care of your father and those guys at the brickyard. Morgan looked at Johnny, patted his arm, and said, “There is not reason, you and I cannot be friends...” “I don’t deserved your friendship...” “Yes, you do. You were a kid. I remember when my dad took you to the hospital. He cried, Johnny. And I remember you were such a little kid. I was scared too.” “I remember Morgan. I’m sorry.” “Are we friends?” Morgan asked as Johnny stood. He pushed his chair in. “If you want it. I want it.” He wiped his nose and sniffed. “Sorry about the salad. I wasn’t hungry. Take care, Morgan.” He turned to Trask. “Take care,” he said and walked out of the dining room. “What are you going to do?” “First of all, I’m going to thank you for being here with me. I don’t understand how this nonsense gets going. “Blue Hill is a small town, Morg, that’s to be expected. But with as much as your dad has done for this town. That’s not easy to take.” “Thanks, buddy.” Trask nodded. “Secondly, I’m going to contact Johnny’s father, Mr. Carr and have him and those two guys at the brickyard write a public apology and publish it in the Blue Hill Monitor. Everybody in Blue Hill takes that paper.” Trask smiled. “Thirdly, we’re gonna eat our salads and head back to the house and go skinny dipping in our vedy, vedy, secluded pool.” “Sounds good to me!” Trask replied and finished his martini. Morgan drove his Corvette into his space in the garage and closed the door. He and Trask ran to the pool and locked the gate from the inside. “Boy you really can’t see inside here, can you?” Trask asked. “Right.” Morgan picked up the phone. “Martha. Hi! This is Moochie. Trask and I are in the pool. For two hours. What time’s dinner? Good. Oh that’s very good. Love you!” He hung up, took off his clothes and dove into the pool. He was exhilarated as the water rushed between his legs under his arms and around his body. He looked down at himself as he moved slowly underwater and heard Trask dive. He rubbed his genitals, separating them from his body. Tight briefs. Hello big dick. He chuckled as Trask swam toward him, grabbed him around his waist with his legs and pointed to the surface. They rose and laughed as they swam together to the edge of the pool. They pulled themselves out and splashed water to cool the surface. “We were a good swim team at LeLong, weren’t we Morg?” “Darned good. We came in first a lot.” “I wonder if John’s has a swim team?” “I’ll ask Cynthy when we get to school; she’ll know.” “I think Morgan misses Cynthy, Morgan misses Cynthy...” Morgan swung at Trask as Trask splashed into the water and dove deep. “I really like this breakfast nook, Morg,” Trask said picking up the Journal.” You get the Journal, a Chicago paper and your local Monitor. You know what’s going on.” “I like to keep up,” Morgan replied. Trask looked out the large bay windows in the backyard, heavily planted with flowers, concrete walkways, the swimming pool, hidden by a large eighteen foot enclosure, and the long four car garage. “Why doesn’t Martha have a place to park her car?” Trask asked. “Because she doesn’t drive. She’s so precious. She has a sister in Chicago so when she wants to go see her, I take her to the IC and she takes the train. Here she comes now. Watch what she does when I call her Moosh.” “Why Moosh?” Trask whispered pulling his chair closer to the table. “I’m surprised Mr. Trask,” Morgan said smiling. “Moosh means Martha to a two year old. Didn’t you know that?” They laughed. Trask watched Martha, her pale blue uniform with white apron and white hat as she set the tray on the table. He inhaled: pancakes, eggs, coffee, toast, bacon, ham, cold cereal, cream, non-fat milk, and jellies and jams. She stepped back folded her arms in front of her belly, looked first at Trask then Morgan. “Moosh, my darling...” She immediately bent over and kissed Morgan’s head. “I haven’t hear that from you in too long a time, my little Morgan.” She hugged his head to her body and then stepped to Trask. She kissed him on his head. “Don’t want any jealousy with my men,” she said. Trask knew that Morgan’s family had accepted him. He stood up and hugged Martha. “You don’t know what that means to me, Martha. Thank you.” He sat down and asked. “Why do you wear that uniform?” “Everyone asks me that question. The answer is easy. I’m a professional restaurateur. When I came from Germany I wanted to open my own restaurant and start a new life. I met Mrs. Steiner. She suggested that I work for her and consult with various restaurants. She promised a large professional kitchen in her home and all I had to do was make certain her family received nourishing foods. I was free to consult and the Steiner’s are now my family. All I have left is my sister in Chicago.” “And one of these days, we’ll hire a taxi or limousine to take you to see her.” “I love the train. I see the city again and enjoy that. But most of all, my little Morgan, I enjoy hearing you call my name, Moosh.” She kissed his head again. “All those beautiful curls.” She ruffled them. “See! Muss his hair and it’s prettier.” She walked back toward the kitchen. “Girls love that hair, believe me. Yours is pretty too, Mr. Trask.” She disappeared. “This is for all of us,” Morgan said, “my mother, Josh, dad’s gone to the hospital, you and me.” “Fabulous,” Trask said. He loaded his plate and started to pour coffee. “Have you read the headlines in your paper?” “About the administration?” “Yeah!” “Wouldn’t it be interesting to know what’s really going on?” “Yeah. You mean besides the scandals, hearings, and subpoenas.” “Morgan what was that scandal about at the Justice Department, a few weeks ago?” “It had to do with selling illegal aliens bogus documentation to that they would appear to be citizens for years.” “Incredible,” Trask said. “My dad, Danny and I used to have discussions on changes that needed to be made in our system. Interesting discussions, I thought. We’ll talk about them sometime...” “Hello my darling,” Lillian said, as she tucked a hanky into her belt. Morgan and Trask stood. She kissed Morgan then Trask. “Trask darling. How are you this morning. “Great,” Mrs. Steiner and stuffing myself. “Good.” She placed an egg and a dry piece of toast on her plate. Morgan seated her. He and Trask sat down. “Joshuah isn’t up yet?” Morgan poured coffee for his mother. “No, mom, later.” Morgan said. “Well, what are you gonna do today?” “Trask and I are going to the brickyard today.” “Oh, Trask, it’s fascinating. You’ll enjoy it. American industry. Most of the men who work there are patients of Dr. Steiner’s. They love him.” Trask looked up at Morgan. Morgan glanced down at his plate again and ate a piece of toast. He shook his head. “Aren’t you hungry? You’re not eating much.” “No really. We’ve got a lot of things to take care of.” Morgan handed a piece of paper to Trask and said to him, “Read this!” He looked at his mother. “Excuse me, mom, but this is private.” “Of course dear,” she said and sipped her coffee. Trask read: To The People of Blue Hill: I, Charles T. Carr, do hereby acknowledge that I have spread and encouraged rumors about Dr. Michael Steiner that are untrue. Nothing that I have said about Dr. Steiner is true. I did it because I had malice for him because I abused my wife and child. I will no longer continued these lies. I ask forgiveness not only of Dr. Steiner and his family, but of my wife and my son, Johnny. Mr. Charles T. Carr “Great!” Trask said. “Do you have a PC?” “Yeah.” “I didn’t see it. Where is it. At the other end of my room.” “Oh, I haven’t walked all the way down there yet. I didn’t see anything but books and bookcases.” “The computer desk and system are in the corner.” “Good. I’ll use it later.” “Sure,” Morgan said. “Mrs. Steiner,” Martha said, stepping into the doorway of the dining room. She wiped her hands on her apron. “Thank you, Martha.” Morgan pulled the chair back for his mother. She left the room. “Morgan, Martha was Moosh to you. And you were Moochie to you and Joshuah. What was Joshuah? He was Jujie. I gave him that name. That’s what I called him until he was about seven at which time he made me start calling him Josh.” “Great. I love the names.” Trask said, as he pulled his tennis shorts away from his crotch. These shorts seem tighter. We need to watch our weight. Martha’s food is just to rich.” “Right.” “What did you call you mom and dad?” “Mama and daddy,” Morgan replied and chuckled. “Great,” Trask said and shifted in his chair. “What are we going to do first?” “We’re going to the brickyard. We’ll catch them on their lunch hour, then we’ll go to the newspaper, the monitor and get this published. Meanwhile, let’s finish our breakfast and read the news.” Trask agreed and they picked up their newspapers. Martha walked in and brought a fresh pot of coffee. “Hm!” Trask said. “Your coffee is out of this world, Martha.” “Thanks you sir,” she said. Morgan and Trask looked up at Martha. “You be careful today. You hear me, Moochie?” “Yeah, Martha. Why the concern?” “You be careful. That’s all,” she said as she carried the used coffee pot back into the large kitchen. “Wonder what that’s all about?” Morgan asked. “Maybe she’s heard rumors, like you know what, or maybe she heard us talking about the brickyard.” Morgan looked at Trask over the top of his newspaper. “I’ll have to find out if she knows anything.” “Morgan,” Trask said, sipping his coffee. He spoke from behind his newspaper. “This is a small town.” “Hm!” Morgan said and went back to reading about another scandal in Washington D.C. “So that’s the famous Blue Hill Brickyards?” Trask shouted over the roar of the wind past the convertible. “That’s it,” Morgan shouted. The wind whipped their shirt collars, hair and they smiled at each other through their dark sunglasses. “You really look sexy, Trask, as Pete would say.” “Yeah. Good enough to eat,” Trask said sardonically and laughed. “He played that game with you too?” “He played that game with mostly everyone. At least that’s what I heard. But he isn’t a Homo is he?” Trask said knowing the answer. “No, he really isn’t. Strange guy. We’re all strange, Trask,” he shouted as he turned into the drive to the brickyard. “It’s hot.” “Yeah, it is.” Morgan glanced down at Trask’s crotch. “I see what you mean. We need to lose a few pounds. My shorts are tight in the crotch too.” Morgan brought the car to a stop and parked in the slot marked 'Visitors.’ “What say we fast tomorrow and the next day? Just low call juices.” “You got a deal, padnuh?” Morgan said. They shook hands, jumped out of the Corvette, shut the doors and walked to the door marked, 'Superintendent.’ “I know this guy. Mr. Commers. Nice man.” Morgan held the door as Trask walked inside. Morgan closed the door after him and walked to the secretaries desk. “Hi, Molly,” he said. “Morgan Steiner, you brute. You didn’t call me for that date, when...” The door to the Superintendent’s office opened and Mr. Commers stood in the doorway. “Is this my buddy, Morgan?” he asked. Trask looked at man, shorter than Morgan, slight paunch, thinning hair, glasses, deep blue eyes, pale pink lips and a friendly manner. “Yep,” Morgan said, stepped up to the superintendent and shook his hands. “And this is my buddy, Trask Barrow.” “Mr. Barrow,” he said shaking his hands. Trask noticed his hands were large. “Come on in. What can I do for you?” he asked as he closed the door. “Please sit, make yourselves comfortable.” He followed Trask and Morgan back to his desk, watched them sit down, smiled and said, “You young guys wear your pants tight all the time?” “Morgan,” smiled and didn’t respond. “We did too. In my time, that is,” he said as he sat down. They laughed together. “What is it Morgan? You guys need a job?” “No, sir. I don’t have time for that now. Wish I did. I loved the summers I worked here.” “What is it?” “I need to talk to Mr. Charlie Carr for just a very few minutes.” “No problem.” He looked at his wristwatch. “It’s almost lunch time. A lot of them come out of the building and sit in the sun right over there, across the road. I’m sure Charlie eats his lunch there. “Is that the only reason you’re here?” “Yes sir,” Morgan answered. “Ah well. So be it.” He sighed and continued. “I would suggest you wait and if he doesn’t come out, I’ll page him.” “Thank you, sir,” Morgan said. They left his office the building, heard the noon whistle and watched the men file out from under the brick works structure. “There he is, I think,” Morgan said and walked toward him. “Sir, are you Mr. Carr?” Morgan asked as he and Trask joined him. Mr. Carr sat on a long telephone pole laid along the ground. “Yes, who are you?” “I’m Morgan Steiner and...” “What d’yuh want?” he growled, slamming his lunch pale open. “Hey Connors, Foreman, look at what we got here? Look at these candy asses.” Your ass. “I want you to read this. I’m going to publish it and I want your signature on the body. Read it, sign it and date it.” Morgan handed the paper to Cochran. “Candy asses?” Trask whispered. “What’s a candy ass?” Charlie Carr chewed a bite of his sandwich and read the note. Connors and Foreman approached Trask and Morgan. Trask turned as Connors rubbed his dirty hand over Trask’s buttock. He slowly smeared a hand over the white cotton material. He smeared it black. “And who are you, sweetheart?” Connors asked, coming close to Trask. “Trask Barrow.” He whirled and landed his foot in Connor’s stomach. Connors went backward and tumbled to the ground. Trask turned to Foreman. “You want my ass too?” Foreman raised his hands, said, “No,” and continued to the other side of Carr. “What is this bull shit?” Carr replied. “Read it, sign it and date it.” Morgan said. He looked at the second man “I won’t,” Carr replied. Trask walked up to him and shoved his pelvis toward his face. You’re looking at something that you’re going to become very well acquainted with if you don’t sign it. You’re gonna give me pleasure for ten days the it’s adios amigo. He stood a few inches from Carr’s head.” Trask stiffened his body. Morgan chuckled. “You want it because you’ll get more than that. You won’t be able to walk for...” “This is coercion,” Carr said. “Not if you’re smart.” He turned to Morgan. “Let’s take him now, Morg.” They moved closer to Carr. “Wait,” Carr said. “You won’t bother my wife will you?” “Let’s go,” Trask said and grabbed Carr’s arm. Carr felt Trask’s strength, looked at his belly and crotch and said, “I’ll sign.” “If you ever say anything again about my family or your son, you will regret it,” Morgan said. “Yeah,” Trask added, “and I can tell you this. I will get you when I hot. You won’t like it. We will hold you down and make a woman of you.” He scribbled his name, date and handed the paper and pen back to Morgan. Morgan folded the paper and started backward. Trask told Carr to stand. As he did he swung a right cross at Carr and sent him to the ground. “You get my message?” Connors stood up as Morgan and Trask walked to the Corvette. “That blonde guy is pretty nice.” “What the fuck are you? A fag?” Foreman asked. “Let’s eat our lunch.” “What did you sign?” Connors asked. “We don’t say anything else about the Steiners. Any of them. You understand?” “Was that dark curly haired guy a Steiner?” “Yeah. The fucker.” “What if we do?” Connors asked. “If you say a word about them, I’ll kill you. You won’t be able to think about that blonde guy’s ass.” “Fuck you,” Connor said. “You heard me.” Carr began eating the second half of his sandwich. “If we keep opening our yaps, they’ll send us to jail.” The three men continued eating their lunches in silence.
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