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Subject: Heatwave in the City Chapter 5 This is a work of fiction. Everybody in it is entirely my own creation. Don’t even think of suing me for putting you in a story, because I haven’t. If you happen to be resident in one of the places mentioned, or to belong to any of the institutions mentioned, don’t even think about telling me I haven’t portrayed them accurately. Work of fiction. The name of the institution only occurs because it is common knowledge so I couldn’t get away with pretending it was otherwise. If I’ve borrowed your Church, school, police station, laundrette – I haven’t. I’ve merely used the name on the building because people walk past and see it every day. Work of fiction. None of the people in the story exist, so none of the things that happen in the story can have happened to them. The world, however, is the one exception to this – the world which has in it so many wonderful people that writing fiction of this sort becomes an obligation – for me; not for everybody. You’ll have found your own place in the scheme of things, and can be wonderful in your own way. This is a story of love. It isn’t a story of sex, though that might get mentioned. There is no pornography here. Some of it is cross-generational, but it isn’t about perverted love either. Some is what nowadays is termed “gay”, but the same applies. If you think you might be offended by that, the time to go and read something else is now. Still reading? Then enjoy, and remember, you don’t pay to read these stories, but it does cost Nifty money to bring them to you. Please consider donating to Nifty fty/donate.html Heatwave in the City by Jonah Chapter 5 I slept, that night, sandwiched between Luke and Ben. Neither was prepared to sleep alone. Around midnight Ben started thrashing about. Obviously a nightmare. I hugged him, then smoothed his brow and gradually the agitation passed. Monday morning crept around the drawn curtains, and lit up my room. I showered then roused those boys who were not already up. That wasn’t the only thing they had in common. The other was that they were not Simon. You just had to love that boy. About half past eight Monica turned up to collect Ben, who happened to be upstairs. I asked her in and told her I needed a word. “I’m not sure I have anything to say to you Jonah,” she said. “Are you not?” I replied. “Then I think we had better have a word because I’d like to know why you’re not sure you have anything to say. You’ve been in a grump since last Friday. Now what is going on.” “You know very well, what’s going on,” she replied. “Does that mean you’re not going to tell me because you want me to guess?” I demanded. “This affects too many other people for me to allow you to play that game. Now open your mouth and let words come out.” She looked at me angrily, for which I didn’t blame her, but suddenly she subsided. With a weary sigh she said. “You’re planning on taking those boys to America again” “I’m not planning anything. My boss might plan on sending me, in which case the boys have a right to go. That’s hardly a reason for you to take it out on us.” “Jacob has a right to see his Godfather,” she said. “I agree, but Jacob isn’t old enough for me to be allowed to take him to America.” “I know that,” she retorted, ” but while you keep going over there, his Godfather isn’t going to come over here.” “That’s rubbish and you know it,” I told her. “Do you suppose Jake doesn’t want to see Jacob? We’re not talking about a stroll down to the chemist’s here. You’re talking trabzon escort about thirteen hours of flying across the Atlantic Ocean. If you’ve got enough cash to pay for that, be my guest, because I haven’t, and neither has Jake. You have to save up for that sort of thing and it’s not like you to be unreasonable.” “You’re right,” she said. “I’m sorry Jonah.” “I wasn’t concerned for myself,” I said. “I was concerned for the boys, but that isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about anyway.” She looked flustered. “I’m sorry I…” “Rob’s in St. Mary’s Hospital, Paddington, having his leg set. He broke it while attending an RTA yesterday. Ben might be easily upset today. I think he should still go to lessons though. Phil’s getting a locum this afternoon so that he can go in, but he’s nursing a broken arm too.” “Oh dear,” she said. “Here’s me behaving like a prima donna while you’ve got all this on your mind. I’ll have a word with Dave. He can drive Phil in this afternoon. If he can’t, Gladys will. Phil can’t drive with one arm.” I honestly hadn’t thought of that. Dave Webber was Ben’s tutor, and his wife, Gladys, was the matron at our local hospital in Harrow. “That would be a big weight off my mind if they could,” I told her. “I sometimes think I ought to learn to drive.” “In London?” she said. “Don’t be daft. We need less traffic, not more.” “Yes, you’re right,” I said , with a sigh, then called up the stairs, “Ben….” Simon on his way down grinned, then turned and cupped his hand behind his ear. “Yes, alright smart guy,” I said. “Why don’t you go and get him?” He immediately went to do so. He was back in an instant. “I think you need to have a word,” he said. “He’s put himself back to bed.” Being a teenager, Simon was an expert at the roll of the eyes, but I demonstrated that I could do it too. Up I went. Ben had climbed back into my bed, and I pulled back the duvet to expose his head. At this stage he could fairly easily have shut out anything I had to say, simply by closing his eyes. A deaf person doesn’t do that. He’s too familiar with the feeling of frustration that comes with not even knowing whether he is missing something. I expect you’ve known times when you have wished you were deaf. You may even have pretended to be. Somebody who is really deaf won’t do that. A truly deaf person will use every means at his disposal to find out what is going on around him because he has enough experience of the unknown to be frightened by it. “Ben, I know I can’t make you get up,” I told him, “so I’m not even going to try. I’ll just send Monica up.” In an instant I had a naked boy standing in front of me. “No don’t do that,” He said. “I’ll be down in a moment.” I didn’t doubt it. Well we got Ben despatched, and Peter and Luke caught their bus to school. Simon said he’d walk to school, and promised to call in at the surgery to tell Phil not to attempt to drive to St. Mary’s. I’d have liked to be a fly on the wall for that conversation, but I didn’t for a moment doubt Simon’s ability to do what was necessary. After that it was a brisk walk to Harrow and Wealdstone Station, for the train to Watford High Street. The office was bustling, unusually for a Monday Morning. Dan Drake, who was learning the ropes, was sat at my desk with some work that Sue had given him to do. He stood up as I came in, but I told him to sit down again. Sue interrupted her phone call to say, “He wants you to go straight in Jonah.” I thanked her and knocked on Derek’s door, entering tunalı escort without waiting to be asked. With Derek was Mark Taylor, who was the managing director of the company, and Charles Packer, who was also a director.The fourth person in there was Derek’s younger brother Clive, who worked for the Foreign Office but was a major shareholder in H & H. Mark was the person to whom, as chairman, Derek could have left the running of the business. Derek didn’t work like that, and Mark was in no position to insist on it. Their working relationship, however, was the cordial relationship that Derek seemed to enjoy with everyone. “Come in and take a seat Jonah,” said Derek as soon as he saw me. “I apologise for your ears burning.” “Here you are Jonah,” said Mark, vacating his seat and collecting another for himself from the stack in the corner. I sat down. “Mark would you like to…..” Derek said.. “Yes of course,” replied that worthy. “Jonah, the situation in Boston has worsened over the weekend. Strines are trying to undercut us and Ben Murchisson says that his board are breathing down his neck. Ben is struggling to convince them that we are offering them something that Strines can’t. At present that something is you and your son.” “Mark, I made it plain to Derek….” Derek held up his hand. “Jonah, I’d appreciate you hearing Mark out,” he said. I nodded and gave my full attention to the managing director. “Jonah, we really do need you in Massachusetts at the end of next week, which is when your boys will break up for their Summer holidays. Your friends in Ashfield are saving us a good deal of money by offering you accomodation, so we will insist that you send in their expenses as well as your own. We didn’t know about them last time or we would have done the same then. Now I understand that they want to come back here with you, which will make your flat overcrowded. If they are not too insistent on staying in London, I am prepared to offer you the use of my holiday home in Norfolk. I know you don’t drive, but do you think your American friend could manage a manual gear shift?” “I’m pretty sure he’d soon get the hang of it,” I replied, in some wonderment. “Good, because I keep a Kia Grand Carnival on site for when I’m up there, and he’s welcome to have the use of that. I’ll just need his details for the insurance.” “I…I’m er…” I stuttered. “I don’t know what to say.” “We don’t need an answer right away,” said Derek. “Any time before lunch will do.” “Whereabouts in Norfolk are we talking about?” “It’s buried in woodland just outside Weybourne,” said Mark. “I don’t know if you know that part of the coast.” “Oh, I know it,” I said. “I’m not going to be able to tear my boys away from the railway.” “Yes, there’s a steam railway there,” Mark said. “I know,” I replied. “I think you just got your answer.” I didn’t stay longer than I had to in Watford because it had suddenly become important to update Jake on the developments. The plan seemed to be that I would fly to Boston with Simon, Luke and Peter, on the 20th of July, and that Jake, Kori and Liam would fly back with us on the 3rd of August. We had the use of Mark’s holiday home in Weybourne until the Americans went home on the 12th of August, but I planned upon visiting with Joe and Miriam first since Jake would want to see Jacob. As soon as I got back home I rushed off an email to Jake. I then went back downstairs to find that my living room had been taken over. Gladys Webber had taken command tunceli escort of the place and was helping Ben to slide Rob from a wheelchair to the sofa. His right leg was plastered from his thigh to just behind his toes and Gladys was arranging him with his leg on the sofa. I decided that I didn’t want to know how they had got the wheelchair up the stairs. I also decided that it would be a good time to put on the kettle. “I’m sorry about all this Jonah,” said Rob. “Then you shouldn’t be mate,” I told him. “A friend who risks his own life to help others is a friend to be proud of.” He subsided into silence, but Ben piped up. “I am proud of him,” he said. “We all are Ben,” I told him. “We can help look after him until he gets a bit better.” “Am I allowed to come in now?” asked Phil. “You know you’re always welcome,” I told him. “Not today apparently,” he replied. “The matron there said I had to wait in the car until she had got Rob settled.” “Well I won’t be taking a cup of tea out there, so come in and make youself comfortable. I’m afraid the sofa’s out of commission.” It was some time later that I finally got around to telling Rob and Ben about the American visits. “We’re going to have to move out sooner than we thought then,” said Rob. “That’d be a clever trick, wouldn’t it,” I said. “You’re going to stay exactly where you are. Ben will be here to look after you, but I dare say Monica will keep an eye on things. You won’t need to worry about the Americans. We’ll probably be a bit crowded the night they arrive, because we’re taking them to Norfolk for the week, but they’ll need to come here first because Jake will want to see Jacob. The point is, I don’t want anything saying to Monica about it because I’ve just dressed that wound, and I don’t want it opening up again. ” “She’d want them to stay here the whole week and then cut up rough whenever they went home,” said Rob. “Exactly,” I replied, ” and we can do without that sort of drama.” Of course the boys, when they got home from school, were in their element. Rob was someone to be waited on, hand and foot. Well my boys could certainly do that. I wondered how long it would be before Rob tired of the attention. Well, for the moment at least, there didn’t appear to be any sign of that. Rob slept on the sofa that night, since it would have been too difficult for him to go anywhere else. I put an airbed on the floor down there, because it would have been impossible to persuade Ben to sleep anywhere else. That left Simon and Peter in their room and Luke – guess where. It wasn’t that I didn’t try to get him to sleep in the boys’ room. Honestly I did, but it never worked. Any minor victory I scored on that point was invariably a temporary one. It concerned me that I, a gay man, should be sleeping with a 10 year-old boy in his bed – a boy, moreover, who was, so far as I knew, as straight as it was possible to be. It concerned me, but I was never to be offered a choice. Of one thing I was sure however – at the pace at which we lived life, we were never going to do much more than sleep at nights. TO BE CONTINUED If you’ve enjoyed this story, you’ll probably enjoy other stories in this series by the same author. This is the latest in a series that includes “A letter from America”, “Stranger on a train,” “Marooned”, “the Boston Tea Party”, “Immigrant,” and “A Cantabrian Operetta”, all the foregoing are on Nifty’s Adult/Youth site. “The Pen Pals” is on Young Friends. You might also like “A Neglected Boy”, by Jacob Lion, also on Adult/Youth. You can find links to all these stories, as well as some illustrations on Jacob Lion’s website bly/jonah-stories.html My thanks go to Jacob for providing this facility as well as for his kind and generous support without which I would never have written any of them.

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