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A Mother Always Knows

By: MoogPlayer



This story is total fiction and any actual places named are used strictly for settings in the story. I hope you enjoy it, and please don't forget to vote. 

MoogPlayer

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"I'm really going to miss you, Michael," she said, as she took me to the airport, "Please stay in touch, okay?" 

"I'll really try," I replied, "But I can't make any promises."

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Twelve and a Half Years Later...

"You need to come home now, son," my Dad informed me, over the phone, "I'm not sure how much time she has left." I knew he was talking about my Mom. She'd been diagnosed with brain cancer six years prior, and the time for God to call her home was almost at hand.

"I'll be there in the morning, Dad," I replied, feeling my heart beginning to break, "Tell her I'm coming home."

Hi, my name is Michael Fallon; a Grammy™ winning song-writer, living in Malibu, California. I'm six feet, two inches tall, weigh two hundred and fifteen pounds, and I have a full head of shoulder-length, dark brown hair and blue eyes. I'm almost fifty years old now and beginning to gray at the temples slightly, but I was almost thirty-one, and had already been married and divorced once, when what I'm about to tell you, happened.

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Chapter One

I was born and raised in a little town in southeast Texas that you've probably never heard of called, West Columbia; and I'm the youngest of my parent's, Mark and Amanda Fallon's, three children. My sister Andrea "Andie" came first, then my brother, Ben, and then me. However, my Mom and my Dad didn't think they could have anymore kids, because Andie was twelve and Ben was ten years old when Mom became pregnant with me.

I wasn't spoiled, because my father made sure of that, well, not too spoiled anyway. But my mother always told me how special she thought I was from the time I could first talk, hence the reason she sat me behind a piano when I was five years old. My first teacher, who was a kind and gentle lady, saw promise in me, and soon after that, I had a new, more experienced and professional piano teacher. 

His name was Johann Froeder, and he was from Austria. He was also a very strict and very exacting son-of-a-bitch, and I disliked him the moment I sat down next to him. He didn't believe in giving his students any sort of praise whatsoever, regardless of how well we'd done; and because of what a bastard he was to me, he eventually made me detest him. Still though, the loathing I felt for my teacher inadvertently fueled my drive to learn everything I could, and eventually, without my even realizing it, my skills had been honed to a razor sharp edge. 

However, after studying under this prick for almost nine years, and I was fourteen at the time; I woke up one day and realized that I could now flawlessly play anything he put in front of me. And when the day came that I pointed this out to him, he sarcastically laughed and told me that I had simply memorized the music, and that I had neither the ability to sight read music, nor the skill to play it properly.

"I can play anything you put in front of me," I emphatically told him, "And you know it's the truth, too."

"Silence," he loudly hissed, "You are just an insolent and stupid child that still hasn't learned to stop talking when he should be listening."

"I'll tell you what," I replied indignantly, "I'll always listen when there's something worth listening to. All you know how to do is bitch and complain. You've never once given me or any of your other students, a single word of encouragement or praise for all the hard work you know we've all done, and I think you're a jerk."

"What's the matter, little boy," he viciously spat, "Did your mama take you off of her titty too soon, eh?"

"You can kiss my ass," I growled, "You fucking Nazi Bastard."

I knew that calling him that would set him off, because he flew into a screaming rage, cursing me and calling me all kinds of names. That was also the same day that I turned and walked out of his house, and after slamming the door behind me; I never had to deal with that son-of-a-bitch ever again.

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When I told my parents what had happened as well as what I'd said, too, I never lied to them; Mom was heartbroken at first, as she'd always envisioned me playing the concert circuits, or perhaps conducting the symphony one day. But Dad clamed her down by reminding her that I could still get into any music university, anywhere I chose, which kept her off my ass. Man, my Dad most certainly rescued my ass from my Mom that day, God bless him....whew!

~~~~~~

Everything changed for me musically when I entered high school, as this was also the time that electronic synthesizers came into being. Men like Dr. Robert Moog and the genius of his creations, changed not only the face of music, but also my decision on the type of music I wanted to play. Recording artists like Rick Wakeman, of "Yes", Keith Emerson, of "Emerson Lake & Palmer", and Ray Manzarek, of "The Doors", all brought out my desire to find the music within me I never even knew existed, and/or had yet to play. 

I still thank God daily for the sacrifices my parents made back then to buy me the instruments played by the aforementioned artists. I was accepted to and attended, what was then, North Texas State University, right out of high school, leaving everyone and everything I knew behind me. For the next four years I studied and practiced, so as to become the very best keyboardist I could. Don't get me wrong, I still had a social life. Hell, I lost my virginity my junior year in high school, and had gained a vast knowledge of sex by the time I graduated college, and had no problems picking up girls. But that was all I did, simply pick them up and take them home for the night, nothing more, nothing less. 

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What it came down to was, my first true love was music, hence the reason I'd never had a serious relationship with a girl. I guess that's why my first marriage ended like it did. I was either on the road, or in the studio, recording all the time. I became so driven that my ex-wife, her name was Sally, simply left; and not because I was hardly ever home, but because she had been spoiled by her parents and expected me to do the same. I suspected that she was cheating on me as well. And of course my dumb ass didn't realize she was gone until a week later, and I was served with divorce papers a month after that. It ended up costing me almost everything I owned, but I bounced back fairly quickly with help from my family.

Still though, I kept my nose to the grind stone, remaining focused until I got my first 'cut' as a songwriter. (For those who don't know what a cut is, it's what it's called when a recording artist records one of a songwriter's compositions.) After the first one went number one that year, requests from different artists came pouring in; one of which earned me Grammy Award two years later. After that though, music somehow lost the luster that it once held for me. Yeah, I was successful and all, but I still felt like there was something missing, something that I just couldn't quite seem to put my finger on. 

For a couple of years after that, I was still productive with my music, but my life away from work consisted of partying and having a different female in my bed every night. I was lost and what was worse; I was too blinded by my own stupidity to realize it. But then again; it was all part of how my life came to be where it is now and......Oopps I'm getting ahead of myself again.

~~~~~~

My plane landed at Intercontinental Airport in Houston, Texas at ten o'clock the next morning, and as soon as I disembarked the aircraft into the terminal; I saw my sister, Andie, and her daughter, Leah, my oldest niece, smiling and waving their arms. I hadn't seen my family in over ten years, and as soon as I gazed into my big sis's eyes; all the old memories of the times she'd coddled me as a young boy came to mind, bringing tears of joy to my face. 

Andie had long dark brown hair just like mine, and she had also inherited Mom's blue eyes like me. However, she stood at five feet, nine inches tall and weighed in the neighborhood of maybe one-hundred and twenty-five to one-hundred and thirty pounds. I had always known my sister was beautiful, but to see her face at this moment in my life immediately gave me a sort of inner peace, regardless of how short a time it lasted.

"Hi, baby brother," Andie gently spoke, as she tightly hugged me, "It's been a long time."

"It's been too long," I smiled, releasing her from the hug.

The last time I saw Leah she was eight, going on nine years old, and now she was twenty and every bit as beautiful as her mother. She squealed as she threw her arms around my neck, then kissed my cheek and said, "Hi, Uncle Mike. I missed you so much!"

After pulling her from around my neck, I held her at arms length, and teasing her, replied, "Who are you and what have you done with my baby-girl, Leah?"

"I grew up, Uncle Mike," she giggled, "You're silly, but I sure like your music. All of my friends went nuts when they heard you were coming."

"He's here because your grandmother is sick, young lady," Andie glared, a strong hint of anger, mixed with sadness in her voice, "Don't forget that.

"I know, Mom," Leah replied, smiling and gently taking her mother's hand, "But Meemaw is always telling her friends about how proud she is of her baby boy, who's an award winning songwriter."

"She does, doesn't she?" Andie giggled.

"She sure does," Leah teased, "She says that she's so proud of her little Mikey."

"Ah, jeez you two," I groaned, "Don't start that shit, we've got to get to the hospital."

"Chill out, Mikey," laughed Andie, smacking my butt as Leah giggled right behind her, "Or else I'll have to whip your ass like I did when you were little."

"You never spanked me, not even once," I mischievously grinned, "And you know it."

"It's not too late to start now," she laughed, kissing me on the cheek while tightly hugging me again, "We sure missed you, you little shit." 

~~~~~~

On the drive from the airport to the hospital, I asked Andie, "So, how is Mom?"

"She's not good, Michael," Andie replied, her eyes beginning to fill with tears, "I think she's waiting to see you before..."

"Hey now," I replied, gently patting Andie's shoulder, "Everything's going to happen like God wants it to happen, okay?"

~~~~~~

"Hi son," Dad said, as soon as we were on the floor where Mom's room was, "How was your flight?" 

"It was fine Dad," I replied, hugging him, "How's Mom?"

Come on," he solemnly replied, leading me into her room, "She's been waiting for you." Dad stands a couple inches shorter than me, weighs about a hundred and ninety pounds, and has brown eyes. But his eyes were red from not only his grief, but at seeing me, too, I think. He looked tired and just plain worn out, and sadly, I could tell that Mom's illness had definitely taken its toll on him, too, God love him.

~~~~~~

When I walked into Mom's hospital room, I wouldn't have recognized her had it not been for her beautiful blue eyes that were now just barely open. My mother's once dark and long shiny brown hair was now gone, because of the chemotherapy and radiation treatment, and in its place was a short dark wig. My brother, Ben, who looks just like Dad, and my sweet sister, Dianna, were standing one the far side of her bed, and after hugging them both; I leaned down and kissed my mother on the cheek.

"Hi, Mama," I smiled, gently taking her hand in mine.

Hi baby," she replied, in a strained voice, "I sure have missed you, Mikey."

You rest now," I softly said, "I'll be here when you wake up and we can talk then."

Mom squeezed my hand; and with no strength left in her, she smiled and said, "When I close my eyes again, I'm not going to wake up this time, Baby. That's why I need you to promise me you'll do something for me."

"Sure Mom, I promise," I smiled, "You tell me what it is and I'll do anything you want me to."

Then, with a contented sigh, she looked at Dad and said, "You'll tell him, won't you honey?"

"You know I will," Dad replied, leaning down and kissing her lips, "I love you."

Mom finally succumbed to her disease later that night and passed away peacefully, with her family all around her. And while I was glad that I got to see her before she left this earth, there was now an empty place in my heart where my mother used to be. I hated the fact that she was gone forever, but I also realized that she wasn't suffering anymore and that God had called her home. But knowing Mom like we all did, she wouldn't have wanted us to be sad, mourning her death; instead she would've wanted us to celebrate her life. Dad and Ben went to take care of Mom's funeral arrangements after we left the hospital, while I rode with Andie and Leah, who drove me back to my boyhood home. 

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Dianna also rode with us as we headed home, and leaning forward from the back seat, she gently put her arms around me and said, "It's so good to see you, Michael; I only wish it were under better circumstances."

"Me too," I replied, a deluge of tears now pouring down my face, "I should've never left here."

"Don't you dare say that, Mike," Andie soothed, patting my knee, "You did the right thing, and you've made all of us very proud of you."

"That's right," added Dianna, "You should've heard all the things that Mom said about you."

"I know," I sadly replied, "But I shouldn't have stayed gone for so long."

~~~~~~

As I walked into my boyhood home, the memories of the past, when Mom was still alive, began to assault my brain at a rapid pace. I expected to see her coming out of the kitchen, wearing her cooking apron, and her arms open wide to greet me at any moment. Sadly though, that was not the case, and without her, the house now seemed cold and empty.

However, when my late brother, Trevor, Andie's husband and Leah's father, was killed in an industrial explosion at his job, Mom had insisted that my sister and niece, who was only five months old at the time, come live with her and Dad. Of course Andie had no problem with that arrangement, because she would be able to seek Mom and Dad's counsel when it came to raising Leah; and she would also be able to save some money for when Leah went to college, as she was now doing. Besides all that; I think Mom and Dad just plain enjoyed having another baby in the house once again.

"I need to tell you something Uncle Mike," Leah uncomfortably said, as soon as we came into the house, "You were gone when Mom and I moved in here so, I took your old room. I hope that's okay."

I dropped my bags, and then before she could react, I put my arms around Leah's waist and picked her up, twirling her around, making her squeal and said, "You can have my old room baby-girl, I'll sleep in Uncle Ben's old room."

As I set her back down, she smiled then kissed me on the cheek and said, "You're the best, Uncle Mike, and I sure am glad you're home."

~~~~~~

Two days later we had the funeral, and while it was very sad; we all knew that Mom's soul had finally found peace and it gave us comfort. Still though, it was hardest on Dad, but I stayed right by his side, hardly taking notice of anyone else there but him.

We had a private dinner at the house we grew up in after the service was over with. None of us really had any appetites to speak of, but knowing that we needed to eat, and also that if Mom were still alive, she'd have our asses if we didn't so, with that in mind, we all dug in.

As we sat down and began to eat, my brother Ben looked at me from across the table grinning and said, "So tell us, Rock Star, are you ever going to cut that long hair?"

"Oh, don't pay him any mind, Michael," giggled Dianna, as she rubbed the receding hair line on Ben's head, "Benny's just jealous that he can't grow his hair long anymore."

"You're damn right I am," snorted Ben, making us all laugh.

~~~~~~

The next few days were rather hectic, what with having to make sure that the insurance policies, which at Mom's insistence were taken out on her, had all been activated and the monies set in place. I must say, my father snapped back to his old self again only a couple of days after Mom's funeral. Man, what a strong guy he was.

~~~~~~

I had been home for two weeks now and one Friday afternoon, Dad approached me and said, "Do you remember the promise you made to your mother, Mikey?"

"Sure I do," I replied, having almost forgotten until Dad reminded me, "What is it that she wanted me to do?"

"They need someone to conduct the Spring Cantata that the city choir puts on every year," he sadly replied, "Your mother used to do it, but she......"

"I know Dad," I said, trying to keep him from breaking down, "I'll do it. Besides, I know that Mom's gonna be watching over me so I don't screw up." 

"You're right about that," he grinned, "And she'll have your ass for breakfast if you do."

Dad and I began to laugh at the memories of all the times Mom, had chewed all of our asses at one time or another, for one thing or another throughout our lives. And to tell the truth, I'm a better person, hell, I'm a better man for not only being fortunate enough, but blessed to have the mother I did, even though she left us too soon. But God knows what he's doing and I figured that he needed her more than we did, whether I liked it or not....

~~~~~~

The following night found me sitting in the church I went to as a boy. Mom never really forced her beliefs on any of us, but I tend to think she was right about a lot of things. So, that's why I went to Sunday school and Church with her on a number of occasions as a boy. 

I was remembering back to that time long ago when I was just a kid, when all of a sudden, I heard, "Well, if it isn't little Mikey Fallon, back from Los Angeles," breaking me out of my reverie. I turned around to see the pastor's wife, Mrs. Sara Hanks, standing not three feet behind me, smiling with her arms outstretched.

"Hi, Ms. Sara," I smiled, "And I live in Malibu."

"Come over here and give me big hug," she giggled, "And I don't care where you live, mister smarty pants."

"It's good to see you, Ms. Sara," I smiled, remembering how kind she had always been to Mom and my entire family, "The reason that I'm here is because I never got the chance to thank you and Pastor James for all you did for my family."

"I'm really sorry about you mother, sweetie," Ms. Sara gently said, "Amanda was a good friend, and I loved her and will miss her very much. I just thought you should know that." The tears began to form in my eyes, but before they could fall; Ms. Sara smiled and said, "We're glad that you're going to be conducting the city choir this year. It's not everyday we get a Grammy winning musician here you know."

"Come on, Ms. Sara," I playfully groaned, "It's just me, Mike Fallon, and I grew up here like everyone else, okay?"

"Your mother always said that you were special, Michael," Ms. Sara sweetly replied, gently patting my face with the palm of her hand, "And I can see it in the man that you've become."

"I'll always love my Mom, Ms. Sara," I smiled, "But she said that about all of her children."

"Whatever you think, dear boy," she giggled, "Whatever you think."

~~~~~~

You see, my Mom could direct a choir with no problems; she had a great deal of musical talent, which is how I came by it. However, that very next day as I looked at the whole score, I discovered the piece being performed was Rachmaninov's "The Bells, Spring Cantata". This wasn't just a choral score; it included an orchestral score as well. I had plenty of experience with choral direction during my college years, but I'd never conducted an orchestra before. Don't get me wrong, even though I had never conducted an orchestra didn't mean I didn't want to. I had just never been presented with the opportunity to do so. I suddenly found myself becoming excited about music once more, and lifting my eyes heavenward, I tearfully smiled and said, "Thank you, Mom. I love you." It was also then that I came to the realization that God truly did need my Mom in heaven....he needed her to be my personal guardian angel.


A Mother Always Knows



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Rehearsals took place the following week at the new pavilion in the city park in my hometown. It was a brand new building and this was going to be not only its dedication, but was also the very first performance ever held there. 

When I arrived in the park in Mom's car, which Dad had let me borrow, I noticed that there were more than several cars already there, making me look at my watch to make sure I wasn't late, but after reading the time I thought, if anything, I was early. However, the moment I walked through the back door of the pavilion and onto the stage, I heard a loud round of applause and as the lights came up; I found myself surrounded by people.

There were only a small few of them that I recognized, and for the first time in a long time; I felt very out of place. All at once and from out of nowhere, I heard a male voice announce, "Welcome home Mister Fallon!" I turned around to see the Mayor, David Wallace, standing there with his hand extended to toward me. 

"It's just plain old Mike," I replied, shaking his hand, "And it's good to be back."

Mayor Wallace stood apart from everyone else, and in true politician's form, he grinned and said, "Tonight I thought we could have a meet and greet, and you can get to know everyone. I've taken the liberty of having Thompson's Barbecue cater tonight's event. So everyone feel free to help yourselves."

I know the Mayor meant well, but this was supposed to be a rehearsal and not a political rally. To be totally honest, it pissed me off a little bit, but I wanted to start off on a good beginning so; I leaned in so that only Mayor Wallace could hear and politely asked, "May I speak to you for a moment in private, please?"

"Why certainly, young Mike," he jovially replied, "Right this way," as he directed me from the stage, announcing, "We'll be right back everyone."

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Once we were out of hearing range, I stopped Mayor Wallace, and as nicely as I possibly could, said, "Look Sir, I understand that you mean well, but you need to understand that I've got a job to do here. And that means that from now on, I need to be aware of any parties that you want to throw before you do it. I hope I haven't offended you by saying this, sir."

"You're right, Mike, and I'm sorry," he smiled, patting me on the shoulder, "I promise not to let this happen again." Then he laughed and added, "Still though, there's free food and drinks so, you might as well take advantage of it while you can."

I gave him a sly grin, and motioning my head back to the stage, I laughed and said, "I'll race you to the bar."

Everyone I met that night each expressed their condolences for my the death of my mother, and by the end of the night, I felt warm and safe again in knowing that Mom was loved by so many people.

~~~~~~

Our rehearsal schedule was for every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday nights for the next six weeks. The first night had passed and it was now Tuesday night. I got to the pavilion early again and made sure that the scores for every section of the orchestra, as well as the choral music were all in their correct places.

Once everyone was assembled and ready for rehearsal, I noticed that we were missing our pianist. When I asked about it, someone told me that she had a sick child and couldn't attend. While I understand that children get sick, nothing pisses me off worse than musicians who miss practice. But still, I remembered that Mom had asked me to do this, and in doing so, I suddenly found a sense of tolerant patience in myself that wasn't there before.

"No problem," I smiled, "I'll sit in and play the piano parts until our pianist returns." With that said, we began to play. I had to stop several times and work with different sections, as well as the choir; but overall they didn't do too badly for their first night, and I drove home smiling happily for the first time in a very long while."

~~~~~~

My father woke me up bright and early the next morning at five o'clock. Wake up, Mikey," he grinned, "We're goin fishin this mornin, boy."

"Come on, Dad," I groaned, "It's still dark outside."

"I know," he excitedly replied, "The fish will be waking up for breakfast in a little while, and I've got about fifteen or twenty big fat night-crawlers waiting."

It was good to see Dad smiling so, after a good hearty laugh, I grinned and said, "Okay, Dad, give me a few minutes to get dressed."

~~~~~~

"So, tell me, son," Dad smiled, as we floated on the lake in his boat, "Have you got yourself a girlfriend out there in California?" 

"No, Dad," I replied, trying my best not to get irritated with him, "I really don't have time for a girlfriend."

"Bullshit," Dad blatantly replied, "You need to get over that crap with your ex-wife."

"It's got nothing to do with her," I angrily snapped, and then hanging my head, "It's me, Dad."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't really know, "I somberly answered, "I feel like something is missing somewhere."

I think that Dad might've understood what I was feeling just then, because he simply smiled, and patting me on the shoulder, warmly replied, "You'll be alright, Mikey, just you wait and see."

~~~~~~

Chapter Two

That afternoon, after Dad and I had returned from the lake, Leah came outside while I was rinsing down Dad's boat with a water hose. "Hi Uncle Mike," she chirped, "Whatcha doin?"

"What does it look like, silly girl?"

"Duh, Uncle Mike," she giggled, "I mean, do you have any plans for later this afternoon?"

Not really," I replied, thinking nothing about it when I should have, "Why do you ask?"

Leah reached over and put her arm around my waist and cooed, "Well....I was wondering if you would take me to meet a couple of friends of mine."

"What have you got up your sleeve, my little munchkin?"

"Uncle Mike," she playfully gasped, "What makes you think I'm up to something?"

"Because I know you," I smiled, "And because you're just like your mother."

"That's not a bad thing, Uncle Mike."

"Well, that depends," I laughed.

"On what?" she asked.

"That depends on whose point of view you're looking at."

"Oh, you're so bad," she giggled, "Will you please take me to meet my friends anyway?"

I meant what I said when I told Leah that she was just like her mother, in that she knew that I could never say 'No' to her either so, I gave in, like I always do, and told her that we could leave after I'd had time to get cleaned up.

~~~~~~

"We're going to one of my friend's houses, Uncle Mike," smiled Leah, "I hope that that's okay with you."

Leah had always had me wrapped around her little finger ever since the day she was born, because of how much I love her. But as opposed to using my generosity with her for selfish means, she knew that I would do anything for her, and with that knowledge; she loved me unconditionally. Plus, I hadn't seen her since she was a little girl, and that was one of the reasons that I indulged her whim that night. Little did I realize what lay in wait for me upon our arrival at her friend's house?

~~~~~~

"Hi Leah," said a pretty young lady with blonde hair, as she ushered us through the front door, "I'm glad you two could come."

As soon as the door closed behind us Leah smiled at me, and introducing me to her friend, said, "Uncle Mike, I'd like you to meet my very best friend, Megan Taylor. Megs, this is my Uncle, Mister Michael Fallon."

"It's nice to meet you, Mister Fallon," Megan gushed, "We really like your music...a whole lot."

"Thank you," I humbly replied, "But Mister Fallon is my father. My name is Mike so; please feel free to use it."

"You're silly, Uncle Mike," giggled Leah, as she and Megan each took a hand and led me into the house, "Come on, I want you to meet the rest of my sorority sisters."

~~~~~~

What I didn't know was, this had been a set-up, as I came face-to-face with thirty, or so, young ladies, all of them being my niece's age. Still though, Leah hung onto me in order to, "Keep me from being pawed by a bunch of silly-ass bitches" as she later said. And not being surprised in the least, I soon found myself sitting behind a baby grand piano that Megan's parents had in their house.

I should've been a little upset for being unexpectedly put on the spot with no prior warning, but when I saw the proud grin on my only niece's face as I began to play and sing; I again indulged my Leah just as I had always done when she was a little girl. Don't get me wrong; I did remind myself to have a "heart-to-heart" talk with her on the way home. 

I played some of the old songs that were among my first cuts as a songwriter. Then I played some of the newer stuff that was being played on the radio at the time. And after every song, I would hear female "Ooos" and "Aahs" emanating throughout the room after a slow ballad, and generous cheers of applause after the up-tempo songs.

I noticed that Leah was directing the rest of the girls on everything from, who would get me a drink, to who brought me something to eat.

~~~~~~

"So," I asked Leah, on the way back home that night, "Do you wanna tell me the reason for that little stunt you pulled this evening, my dear?"

"Why, Uncle Mike," she smirked, feigning innocence, "I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about?"

"Yeah, uh-huh," I said, trying to be firm, yet failing miserably, "I'm talking about how you shanghaied me into playing for all your little friends."

"Oh you loved it, Uncle Mike," Leah giggled, "Besides, we all made sure that your drink was always full, and we brought you food and waited on you hand-and-foot so, hush." Then she did something she knew would make me crumble. She scooted over on the bench seat until she sat right next to me. And then laying her head on my shoulder, while wrapping both hands around my arm, she looked up at me with those big blue eyes of hers and sweetly cooed, "Aw, come on, Uncle Mikey. I'm so proud of you, and I haven't seen you in so long, and I've missed you so very much."

"Dammit, Leah," I laughed.

~~~~~~

The next day was Thursday and that meant I had Cantata rehearsals that night in the pavilion. As I thought of the previous practice, I began to remember having to stop several times throughout practice so as to help different sections learn their parts. Granted, it was only their first time playing together, but then again; they had to not only be able to play at the professional level, but they also had to meet a certain criteria during their auditions in order to be selected to play the music we were performing this year. And this made me wonder if perhaps something might be lacking somewhere. Little did I know that half of the problem would be solved when I got to rehearsals that night?

~~~~~~

I arrived thirty minutes ahead of everyone else, like I always tried to do for the purpose of making sure that everything was good to go. All of this only took me a few minutes when suddenly; I heard an unmistakable female voice from my past giggle, "Well, I'll be damned, the rumors are true. It's about time you came back home, Michael Fallon."

I turned around to find the only true friend I ever had growing up, besides my family members. Her name was Olivia Sanders, and while everyone else called her Libby, I was the only won whom she'd let call her Liv. She and I had been best friends all through school, ever since the first moment we met on our very first day of first grade. 

"Hi Liv," I smiled; glad to see my oldest and dearest friend, "How have you been?"

"We haven't seen each other in over twelve years, and all I get is a 'Hi Liv'," she smiled, "Oh no, that won't do." And then before I had a chance to respond or react, she swiftly walked up to me and threw her arms tightly around my neck, pressing her body firmly against mine.

"It's good to see you Liv," I replied, after she released me from the hug, "It really is."

"I'm so sorry about your mother, Michael," Liv solemnly told me, "Ms. Amanda and I were very good friends and I'm really going to miss her." 

"Thank you," I sadly replied, "Me, too."

Let me take a moment to describe Olivia Sanders. She stood at a height of five feet, nine inches, and since she grew up, was now built like a brick shit-house. From first glance I'd say she probably weighed no more than one-hundred and thirty to a hundred and thirty-five pounds, at most with a body to die for. She's a raven-haired beauty with cobalt blue eyes, the same eyes she'd used to see right through me when we were younger, and God she looked so beautiful to my sad eyes just then. 

However, Liv was always an upbeat girl for as long as I can remember, and this time was no different. "So," she grinned, changing the subject, "I couldn't believe it when I heard that you were going to conduct the Cantata this year."

"I'm going to try to, that is," I laughed, "But I'm still waiting on our pianist to show up, if she even does at all."

"Oh really," she smirked, "And why isn't she here?"

"I don't know," I complained, "I was told that her kid was sick, or something. Why couldn't she have found a baby-sitter? I mean, it's not like we have a whole lot of time to rehearse here, dammit."

"In that case, your piano player is here," she firmly replied, placing her hands on her hips, "And I found a baby-sitter, thank you."

"What're you talking about," I asked, "You don't play piano; or at least I didn't think you did."

"I went to Berkeley, Michael," she giggled, "Or don't you remember?"

Then my memory kicked in, bringing back that day that seemed like so long ago now. She had called me a week before our high school graduation, excited because she had just received a letter in the mail, stating that she had been accepted to Berkeley School of Music.

I suddenly felt my face becoming hot, knowing that I was more-than-likely blushing a deep shade of crimson. "Aw shit, Liv," I sheepishly replied, "I'm sorry, I forgot."

"That's okay, Michael," she smiled, placing her palm to my cheek, "I hear that you've been a busy guy out in California."

"Oh you did," I smiled, enjoying the comfort I felt with her hand on my face, "And just who have you been talking to?"

But before she could answer me, other people began showing up for rehearsals, cutting our conversation short. "We'll pick up where we left off after practice, Michael," Liv smiled, turning away and walking to her place behind the piano. She was only wearing blue jeans and a tee shirt, but there was something about the sight of her ass tightly encased in denim that awoke a once dormant hunger within me, making me realize that I might just be in trouble, good trouble, but trouble none-the-less.

~~~~~~

Rehearsals seemed to flow smoothly that night. There was only one mishap with the cellists, but other than that it went great, leaving me very satisfied thus far. I never realized that Liv was such an accomplished pianist. Hell, I thought she played as good, if not better in some places than me, and when rehearsals were over with; I made a point of saying something to her about it, too.

"Why didn't you tell me that you played so well?" I asked grinning, "You play better than I do; that's for damn sure."

"Get real, Michael," Liv teased, "I know I can play, but nobody I know of can play or write like you do."

"I knew you could sing like an angel, but I never knew you played piano, Liv."

"I didn't," she giggled, "Or at least not until I got to college anyway."

"Do you have time for a cup of coffee?" I asked, "I'd really like to hear about this."

"You know it's real funny you should say that, Michael," she giggled, "I was going to ask you the same thing."

"Sure," I happily replied, "But what about your baby-sitter?"

"I don't think that will be a problem, Michael," she cooed, turning to walk away, "Follow me...handsome."

"No problem," I smiled, "But where are we going, and won't your husband be a little concerned?"

"Trust me, Michael," she replied, with a gentle nod of her beautiful head.

~~~~~~

I got into Mom's car and followed Liv out of town, not paying attention to where we were gong until her truck took the turn off to my boyhood home. When I turned off the car and got out, we were sitting in front of the house I lived in as a child.

"What's going on," I bewilderedly asked, "And what're we doing here?"

Before I could answer, the outside lights on the front of the house came on, momentarily blinding us. However, when I heard my sister, Andie's voice, say, "Well, hello there, you two," I felt like something wasn't quite right.

"Hey girl," giggled Liv, "How was Caitlyn tonight?"

"Are you kidding me?" smiled Andie, "That child is an angel and always has been."

"Thanks Andie," Liv giggled, as she took my arm, "Look who I found wandering around during rehearsals tonight." 

"I see," Andie laughed, "I guess we'd better bring him inside. He looks a little lost to me."

~~~~~~

"Would someone like to tell me exactly what the hell is going on here?" I asked, once we were inside the house.

"Quit whining, Michael," Andie giggled, "Libby needed a baby-sitter so she could attend rehearsals tonight, and I volunteered."

About that time Leah came down the stairs followed by the most beautiful child that I had ever seen. She was an exact, and do I mean exact duplicate of Liv when she was that age. She walked up to Liv and said, Hi Mommy! Is that him?"

"Caitlyn, I'd like you to meet Mister Michael Fallon," smiled Liv, as she knelt down next to her daughter, "We've been friends ever since I was your age."

"Ooo, he is cute, just like you said Mommy," Caitlyn giggled.

"Caitlyn," Liv gasped, her face now turning bright red, "You shouldn't say such things, sweetheart."

"But it's true," Caitlyn matter-of-factly replied, "And you were the one who said it, not me."

By this time I was laughing hysterically, and looking up at me from the floor, Liv simply smiled and said, "Do you see what I have to put up with?"

"I'll tell you what," said Andie, scooping Caitlyn into her arms, "I'm going to take Caitlyn and Leah into town to get some ice cream. I just put on a fresh pot of coffee so, you two sit down and relax until we get back."

~~~~~~

"It's really good to see you, Michael," Liv said, as we sat down to coffee in the kitchen, "I've been keeping up with your career, and I wanted to tell you how proud of you that I am."

"Thanks Liv," I smiled, "I really appreciate it."

Suddenly she pulled an old photo from her wallet, one that had been taken with an instant camera. As she handed it to me, Olivia smiled and said, "Do you remember where this was taken?"

It was a picture that had been taken at my fourteenth birthday party, and Liv and I were sitting together at the picnic table in my parent's backyard. I even remembered that my sister, Andie, had taken it; because she surprised us when she'd snuck up behind us and shouted our names right before she snapped the shutter on the camera. Suddenly it dawned on me, that all during my childhood, and on into my teens, Liv had always been a part of my life, had always been there throughout my life.

"This was taken at my fourteenth birthday party," I smiled, "Andie snuck up on us and took it from behind."

That's right," Liv smiled, as I handed the picture back to her, "You haven't changed much you know." Then she handed me another photo. It was one of her and me when our family took her to the Six Flags over Texas amusement park near Dallas when we in the third grade. "I know you remember this one, Michael," she giggled.

"Caitlyn looks just like you when we were that age," I smiled, "I should know, I was there, remember?"

"Remember," she sweetly replied, "Michael I've never forgotten."

"So, what have you been doing since we saw each other?" I asked, uncomfortable at where the conversation was going.




A Mother Always Knows



"Well, let's see," she giggled knowingly, "After I graduated from college and got my Master's, I started teaching music at our old elementary school after Caitlyn was old enough."

"Tell me about Caitlyn," I smiled, "I never knew you got married, Liv."

"I didn't," she replied, almost despondently, "I had Caitlyn right after I got my Master's degree."

"But what about her father, I mean, where is...."

"I want to tell you something Michael," she gently interrupted me, looking directly into my eyes, "But you have to promise me that you won't think badly of me once I'm finished."

"Liv," I said, gently taking her hand, "I could never think badly of you; you know that." 

"Okay then, here it is," she began, "My last year in college I met this guy at a Rolling Stones concert. Afterwards he asked me if I wanted to go to a party, and like a dumbass, I agreed. So, I followed him in my car back to his apartment with a few other people. I've never been much of a drinker, but wanting to fit in with everyone else; I began drinking Margaritas. The last thing I remembered after the third or forth one, was being carried to his bedroom by him and another guy."

"Liv, honey," I said, disturbed by what I was hearing, "You don't have to do this."

"Let me finish, Michael," she firmly replied, "When I woke up I was naked and laying between these two passed-out assholes, with cum and blood running from between my legs. I got up as quietly as I could, and after gathering up my clothes, I dressed and left, never looking back. After I missed my second period, I went to the doctor who told me I was pregnant, which I pretty much knew already. I had enough credits, and my professors liked my thesis so, I ended up receiving my Master's Degree almost a month early. Caitlyn Marie Sanders was born two weeks later."

"Aw, Liv," I said, coming around to her side of the table and wrapping my arms around her, making her stand up to hug me, "I'm so very sorry that those assholes did what they did to you. You pressed charges, didn't you?"

"No," she cried into my chest, "I would've had to face them in court, and I never wanted to see them again."

"You at least told your folks, didn't you?" I asked, hurting inside because of what she'd been through.

"Yes," she sniffed, "I told them everything, and they've been very supportive of me and Caitlyn."

"I'll bet your Mom went gaga when she first saw Caitlyn," I chuckled, remembering how Olivia's mother had been with me when I was little.

"Oh, that was nothing," she laughed, leaning away from me, wiping her face with the back of her hand, "Dad was the one who went absolutely insane. It was so cute, and he's been stupid over his grand daughter ever since."

"I'm just glad you're alright," I replied, suddenly pulling her back into my arms and holding her even more tightly to me.

"Thank you, Michael," she softly replied, while tenderly kissing my cheek near my lips, "It makes me feel good to hear you say that."

~~~~~~

The next day I awoke to Leah shaking my shoulder, saying, "Uncle Mike, wake up, you've got a telephone call."

"I'm awake," I groaned, "Now get out of here and let me get dressed."

"Okay, but hurry up," she giggled, as she left the room.

~~~~~~

"Hello?" I said, into the telephone receiver.

"Good morning, Michael," said Liv's voice, on the other end, "Did I wake you up?"

"No," I lied, "I've been up for about thirty minutes now."

"You are such a liar," she giggled, "Leah already told me that she was going to wake you up before I could stop her."

"Okay," I laughed, "I'm awake now so, what can I do for you?"

"Caitlyn and I were going to go to the beach today," she chirped, "And we were wondering if you might want to come with us."

Before I could respond, I heard Caitlyn in the background yelling, "Please, Mister Fallon."

"Okay," I laughed, "I think I'd like that very much."

"Good," cooed Liv, "We'll be there in half an hour to pick you up and be sure to bring a swim suit."

"I'll see you in a little while then," I said, right before we hung up.

~~~~~~

"I'm glad you're coming with us today, Mister Fallon," Caitlyn happily chirped, as I got into Liv's truck.

"You can call me Mike," I smiled, "Would that be okay, Miss Caitlyn?"

"Is it alright, Mommy?" Caitlyn hopefully asked her mother.

"Of course it is, baby," giggled Liv, winking at me.

"Last night Mommy played some of the music you wrote on her CD player," Caitlyn told me.

"She did," I replied grinning, "Did you like it?"

"I thought it was so pretty," Caitlyn cooed, "Did you know that Mommy is teaching me how to play the piano?"

"She is," I replied, "You know that you have to practice every day, don't you?"

"You sound just like Mommy," Caitlyn giggled, "She tells me that all the time, too." 

~~~~~~

As I was helping Liv get everything set up, Caitlyn looked at me and asked, "Are you a good swimmer, Mike?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty good," I grinned, "I live on the beach in California."

"That's what Miss Andie said," Caitlyn excited replied, "She said you live in Mollyboot, on the Specific Ocean."

Liv and I howled with laughter as I picked Caitlyn up into my arms and tossed her into the air, making her squeal when I caught her. "I live in Malibu," I laughed, "And it's on the Pacific Ocean, baby-girl."

After Caitlyn had settled down from being tossed into the air, she looked at her mother and asked, "Can I tell him now, Mommy?"

"I suppose so," Liv giggled, "I didn't think you would be able to keep it secret much longer."

"What're you two talking about?" I suspiciously asked.

"We have a surprise for you, Mike," smiled Liv.

"Oh yes," Caitlyn giggled excitedly, "A real big surprise, too."

At of a sudden, Liv unlocked and raised the cover on the bed of her truck to reveal a rather large picnic basket, and a surf board. However, upon closer examination of the surfboard, I realized it was my old surfboard, the one bought when I was fourteen, which I'd left behind when I went to college. I remember coming home the summer of my junior year and not being able to find it so; thinking I'd lost it, I' bought a new one, the one I own now......so what if I tend to hang on to things for a long time.

"Where on earth did you find this?" I gasped, "I thought I'd lost it years ago."

"You almost did," Liv giggled, "I was visiting your Mom about a year ago, and your Dad had been cleaning out the attic above the garage. She and I had been sitting on the back patio drinking iced tea when your Dad came out back with this board all covered with dust, and God knows what else, in his hands. He looked at your Mom and said, 'Amanda, honey, what do you want to do with Mikey's old surfboard? I say we throw it away. Hell, I'm sure he's got another one out there in California.' Your Mom was gonna let him do it until I asked if I could have it."

"Why, Liv," I softly asked, "Why would you want to keep that old thing?" 

"I kept it for a reason, Michael," she tenderly replied, her gentle smile beginning to make my heart beat a little faster than normal, "I kept it because I hoped that one day you might come home looking for it."

"Mommy," Caitlyn giggled, temporarily snapping me out of, but not breaking the spell that I was now falling under, "Can we go swimming now?"

"I think that's a great idea," Liv knowingly smirked at me, "I think Michael could use a cool dip in the water right about now anyway."

Olivia and Caitlyn began to remove their outer clothing to reveal their swimming suits underneath. Caitlyn wore a pink Little Mermaid one piece that looked absolutely adorable on her. However Liv wore a bikini that was not cut to be sexy, but revealed enough of her that it caught my immediate attention, causing her giggle and say, "Close your mouth, Michael, you'll draw flies." 

"Oh hush," I laughed, glancing at the surfboard in the bed of the truck. And because I was wearing cut-offs and a tee shirt with tennis shoes, I took of my shirt and shoes, then picked up the surfboard and announced, "Last one in is a rotten egg," then took off toward the surf. 

I couldn't remember ever having as good of a time as I had at the beach that day with Olivia and Caitlyn. I took Caitlyn out on the board with me several times before her mother waved us in to eat lunch.

~~~~~~

"Did you like surfing with me, Caitlyn?" I asked her, as we ate the delicious lunch that Liv had prepared for us.

"I sure did," Caitlyn replied, while eating a piece of fried chicken, "I had so much fun. Can we do it again after lunch?"

"No, young lady, you're going to have a little nap and rest for a while before you get back in that water," Liv answered, smiling at me, "And don't talk with food in your mouth, Caitlyn."

"Yes ma'am," Caitlyn grumbled, making me chuckle.

~~~~~~

"I can tell that Caitlyn likes you," smiled Liv, her daughter asleep beneath the umbrella atop the big quilt we'd laid out on the sand when we first got to beach, "I had the hardest time getting her to go to sleep last night when I told her I was going to invite you to come with us today."

"She sure is a little sweetie," I smiled, "You've done a great job with her, and you should be very proud, Liv."

"I didn't do it all by myself," she quietly laughed, "I had a lot of help from Mom and Daddy, not to mention your Mom and Andie."

"How are your parents these days?" I asked, smiling at the memories of their kindness and how they had been like having two sets of parents, "I need to go see them while I'm here."

"It just so happens that Caitlyn and I are going over there for dinner tonight if you'd like to come with us," she wistfully asked, "Oh Michael, they would love to see you; and I would really like it if you came," and then she giggled, "Besides, you know that Mom always cooks enough to feed an army."

Some things never change, because Olivia was giving me the same look she used to give me when she really wanted me to do something so, I smiled and said, "As long as I have enough time to clean up and make myself presentable."

"Don't be silly," she teased, then tenderly kissed my cheek, "Thank you, Michael, Mom is gonna have a fit when she sees you."

~~~~~~

Chapter Three

"Oh my God," Marie Sanders happily cried when she saw me, "Look who's here. Michael, baby boy, come in here and gimme a big ol' hug, darlin."

"Hi, Ms. Marie," I smiled, hugging her tightly, "It's so good to see you."

"What the hell is going on in here?" Floyd Sanders gruffly replied, over the commotion he'd heard while in the back of the house. When his eyes landed on me however, his demeanor completely changed into the kind and gentle face I remembered seeing as a boy. And trying desperately to hold back the happy tears that were beginning to fill his eyes, Floyd grinned from ear-to-ear and then loudly and gleefully announced, "Holy shit, the prodigal son has returned. We better start breaking out our winter clothes; because Hell is gonna start freezing over any minute now."

"Daddy," Olivia scolded, "Watch your language in front of your grand daughter."

"Come to Grand-daddy, baby girl," Floyd beckoned to Caitlyn, scooping her up into his arms as soon as she was within reach, "Did you have a good time at the beach today, darlin?"

"I sure did, Grand-daddy," Caitlyn replied grinning, "Mike took me surfing, and I got to ride with him on the board."

"You did," Floyd said, winking at me, "I'll bet that was a lot of fun, huh?"

"It sure was," she cooed, "Can you take me surfing, Grand-daddy?"

"Grand-daddy is too old to go surfing, honey," giggled Marie, taking Caitlyn from her husband's arms and into hers, "Besides; his old butt is too big to be on a surfboard anyway."

"The same rule applies to the mouthy broad I'm married to," Floyd laughed, smacking his wife on the butt, as he spoke, much to the shock of both Olivia and her mother. However, I could tell that he'd pissed Marie off, not only by of the look on her face, but because of past experiences I'd witnessed as a boy. 

After gently setting Caitlyn on the floor, Marie put her hands on her hips and while glaring fiercely at her husband, sweetly replied, "You'd better be careful about who you call a broad, you silly old bastard."

"Now wait just a damn minute," argued Floyd, "I was just teasing your silly ass, shit fire woman."

"Hey, hey, you guys," Olivia scolded, "Please watch your language in front of my daughter."

"You guys are so silly," Caitlyn pointedly told her mother, "You talked a whole lot worse than that when you dropped that can of tomatoes on your foot yesterday, Mommy."

I had been trying and succeeding, through much difficulty, to contain my laughter up to this point, but when Caitlyn chimed in with what she'd said; I began to howl, only making it worse when, driving the point home, she giggled and added, "See Mommy; I told you that you guys were silly. See? Mike thinks so, too."

Don't laugh at her, Michael," scolded Liv, who was herself, trying to suppress a smile, "It only makes her worse."

~~~~~~

"Mikey," Floyd said, wrapping his arms around and hugging me once all the laughter had died down, "It's so good to see you, son."

"It's good to see you, too, sir," I grinned, hugging the man who had been like second father to me when I was a boy.

"Olivia tells us that you're conducting the Spring Cantata this year," Marie cooed, "I'm so proud of you, baby, and I know that your mother would be, too."

"Thank you, Ms. Marie," I smiled, kissing her on the cheek, "That's awfully nice of you to say that."

"Don't give it another thought, sweetie," Marie laughed, "Besides, you're the only son I'll ever have." 

"And you'll always be my other Mom, too," I smiled, hugging her again and kissing her on the cheek.

~~~~~~

Ms. Marie had cut up and fried two whole chickens, made mashed potatoes with an electric hand-mixer, as well as some chicken gravy to go with them. There were also turnip greens, macaroni salad, and pinto beans, but when she put the jalapeno corn bread on the table next to the gravy bowl; I could almost taste everything just from the sights and smells alone. 

"This sure looks good," I smiled, after the blessing had been asked, "I haven't had a good home-cooked meal like this in a very long time."

"Welcome home then, Michael," Olivia smirked, "Now, eat, before it gets cold."

"Yes mother," I teased, eliciting a giggle from Caitlyn as she sat across the table next to her grandfather, "Can I stay up late tonight, too? There's no school tomorrow."

"Oh hush," Olivia giggled, "You're such a smart ass."

"Ooo, Nana," Caitlyn said to her grandmother, "Mommy's talking ugly again," causing me to laugh even harder.

~~~~~~

That night as Olivia drove me home, we were alone as she reached across the seat of her truck. Then gently taking my hand and interlacing our fingers, she smiled and cooed, "I can't begin to tell you what it meant to my parents to have you there for dinner tonight. Thanks for doing that for me, Michael."

"I didn't do it just for you, Liv," I grinned, "I've always loved your Mom and Dad very much, and I guess I didn't realize how much I've really missed you all until tonight."

"Really?" she wistfully asked, squeezing my hand a little firmer.

"How could I not miss you, Liv," I smiled, rubbing the back of her knuckles with my other hand, "You were my best friend."

"And you were mine," she smiled, a single tear falling slowly down her cheek, "I really missed you after we graduated and went our separate ways off to college, Michael. Then a few years later your Mom told me you got married, and a little part of me died that day."

When I saw that she was almost about to break down, I raised her hand to my lips, releasing the hold we had on one another, and then softly kissed the palm of her hand and said, "I'm so sorry, Liv, but did Mom tell you that I got a divorce?"

"Yes, she did," Liv replied, her eyes shining brightly once more as she began to giggle, "She and I even went out and had few drinks to celebrate it, too, but I promised your Mom that your Dad wouldn't ever find so, that little tidbit of information needs to stay between us, okay?"

"My lips are sealed," I laughed, "And even though I know that Dad wouldn't have cared, I promise not to ever tell him about it."

~~~~~~

Liv pulled her truck into the driveway and shut the engine off when we arrived at my family's house, leaving us to sit alone with one another in the dark. "I'm glad you came with us today, Michael. Caitlyn and I really enjoyed ourselves."

"I had a great time today," I replied smiling, "Thank you for inviting me."

"God, Michael," she happily cried, while unexpectedly hugging me tightly to her, "I can't tell you enough how good it is to see you." I simply held her tightly against me, saying nothing. And when we said our goodbyes that night, they were sweet hints full of promise.

~~~~~~

I opened my eyes the next morning feeling refreshed after getting plenty of sleep. And once I'd had a shower and got dressed, I went downstairs to find my sister, my sister, and my niece, all sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee while quietly talking amongst their selves.

All conversation ceased when I walked into the kitchen and with conspiratorial grins on each of their pretty faces; Andie stood up and said, "Can I get you some coffee, Lover Boy?" Then all three of them fell into hysterical fits of cackling laughter which I thought sounded just like a hen house at that moment.

"Silly Assed Girls," I laughed, "And no, Andie, I'll get my own coffee, thank you."

"Oh, come on Mike," Andie giggled, smacking me on the butt, "You know we're only kidding. Jeez, quit your whining." 

"I'm not whining, dear sister," I teased, as I poured my coffee, "So, all three of you can bite me."

"Uncle Mike," Leah gasped, once again feigning innocence, "That was mean."

"Oh, no you don't, young lady," I laughed, "You're Mom and your Aunt Dianna, are both veteran shit-starters and very well known disturbers of the peace so; don't try and play innocent with me, Missy."

"Don't call me, Missy," Leah angrily growled, "I hate that, you fucker." Now it was my turn to laugh, and that's exactly what I did.....like a fool, too. But before Andie had the chance to get in Leah's ass for her language, my niece finally got over herself and was in my arms, squealing, giggling and laughing like she's done since she was a baby, the little shit. 

~~~~~~

Dad and Ben were gone when I woke up, but they came back around noon; and Ben wasted no time in giving me similar grief like my sister had earlier that morning. I understood that it was all in good fun, and after I politely told them all to 'kiss my ass', the issue was dropped.

The reason they had been gone for so long, was that Ben drove Dad to a town, about sixty miles from my hometown, that is well know for having some of the best beef brisket and cured venison in the whole country. They brought back all kinds of meat; beef, pork roasts, venison back-strap, sausage, holy shit, it was great.

While Dad and I unloaded the car, he pulled me aside and said, "You know that we're cooking outside tonight, yes?"

"With all of this meat, I kind if thought we might," I laughed, "Why?"

"I was wondering if maybe it would be alright if....um...if," Dad stammered.

"Just say it, Dad," I knowingly smiled, "You'll feel better once you do."

"Do you mind if I invite the Sanders over here to eat tonight, Mike?"

"Hell, Dad," I chuckled, "Why on earth would I mind...huh?"

~~~~~~

"Holy Cow, Mark," Floyd commented, as he and Dad stood by the barbecue pit, enjoying samples of the briskets etc. that were roasting over the fire, "This is some real tender meat. How the hell do you do that?"

And as proudly as always, Dad smiled, patting Floyd on the shoulder and said, "It's not really that difficult, the secret is to cook it real slow and try to keep the meat as wet as possible while you're cooking it, old buddy." It was true; my family had been friends with the Sanders for as far back as I could remember, hence the reason that Olivia and I had been so close at one time.




A Mother Always Knows



Ben and Dianna had gone back to their place to change clothes, and Andie, Leah, Liv, and Marie were in the house working on preparing side dishes. I was sitting out on the back deck relaxing when all I heard a sweet little voice say, "Mike, will you get in the pool with me? Mommy won't let me go in by myself."

"What do I get if I do, Miss Caitlyn?" I teased, turning around to find her standing there, grinning like a kid at Christmas.

"This," she giggled, then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Please?"

"Did you bring your swimsuit?" I asked, and being quickly answered by her eagerly nodding her head, "Okay then, I'll get mine on while you do the same. Oh, and be sure to tell your Mommy."

Caitlyn squealed like only a little girl can do, and then made a mad dash for the house, yelling her for her mother at the top of her lungs. I shook my head laughing and followed her in to get changed. It was then I discovered that any time I talked to Caitlyn, it was like I was pleasantly pulled back to the past, and days long gone. She looked so much like Olivia had when she and I were Caitlyn's age. And when I thought of those days, I also felt the inner peace that was also accompanied by the innocence of that time in our lives.

~~~~~~

"Wheee," Caitlyn squealed, as I threw her up into the air and into the water.

"She'll do that all day if you let her," Liv's voice said behind me, making me turn around to find her kneeling at the side of the pool. She was wearing a pair of white shorts, further enhancing the tan color of her beautiful legs that seemed to go on forever. She had her long raven hair pulled back and up in a pony-tail, exposing her bare shoulders because of the black tank top she wore. Her stunningly beautiful face was radiant as she looked at me, and for a moment, I thought I was looking at an angel. Her gentle cobalt blue eyes had always been a source of comfort for me when I was young, but I was beginning to experience a yearning for something, that I wasn't yet aware of, every time I looked into them now.

And for reasons that I couldn't figure out, or I simply wasn't yet willing to admit to at that time, she looked more beautiful than I ever remembered her, or any other woman for that matter, ever being. I continued to stare at her making her smile and ask, "What is it, Michael, and why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're beautiful, Liv," I barely spoke, "You're so beautiful."

All at once her eyes filled with tears, then standing up and away from me, Liv turned and then, without a word, quickly fled, going back through the house and out the front door, closing it behind her. 

I immediately got out of the pool, and asking Leah to keep an eye on Caitlyn, grabbed a towel on my way through the house. But, the last thing I saw when I opened the front door, was the tail gate of Liv's truck as she sped away. I couldn't for the life of me, figure out what I'd said that upset her like I apparently had. However, God always take care of fools and children, because as soon as I closed the front door, Marie was standing right behind me, smiling while scaring the shit out of me at the same time.

"What's wrong with Olivia?" she asked, giggling because she'd startled me. And then omitting nothing, I told her everything that had transpired from the time Liv had come out to pool until now. When I was done; she simply smiled, and then while gently placing the palm of hand against my face, Marie knowingly said, "She'll be alright, baby. It sounds to me like the two of you need to sit down and have a serious talk."

"A serious talk," I stupidly asked, "About what?"

"You're a smart boy, Michael; you always have been," Marie giggled, "You'll figure it out."

~~~~~~

An hour had passed and still, no word from Liv. I was beginning to get worried so, I went upstairs to my room to change clothes because I was going to go look for her. I didn't realize it then, but I was beginning to develop feelings for Liv that I'd never had before. Hell, I'd never had those kinds of feelings for any woman before.

I had just finished putting on my pants, and was still shirtless when I heard a knock on my bedroom door, followed by a familiar female voice say, "Michael, can I come in?"

"Come on in," I said.

The door flew open followed by Liv, as she came right up to me and threw her arms tightly around my neck, saying nothing but simply holding me. I put my arms around her torso and held her in return, enjoying the sensation of her body against mine. We stood there silently as she tenderly kissed the side of my neck just below my ear, producing a pleasant tingle that ran down my back, making me shiver and her giggle.

"I'm sorry I just left like I did earlier," she said, leaning back so that we faced one another, "I guess you're probably wondering why I did that, huh?"

"Well, the thought did cross my mind," I chuckled, "I thought that I upset you by what I said."

"There's something I need to tell you, Michael," she anxiously said, "But I want us to be somewhere else when I do."

"Jeez, Liv," I smiled, "You make it sound like you're going to divulge to secret information, or something."

"It's nothing like that," she sadly smiled, "But it's gonna make things different between us, I'm afraid."

"I'll tell you what," I grinned, "I know that the meat is not going to be ready for at least another hour so; as soon as I finish getting dressed, you and I will go for a drive. How does that sound?"

"Hmmm, I like the part about going for a drive" she sweetly giggled, while rubbing her palm across my bare chest, "But can you leave your shirt off?"

"Silly girl," I laughed, kissing her on the cheek.

~~~~~~

Because we weren't that far away, Olivia drove us to the fairgrounds, and parked by the main parade field. That way, we could get out of the truck and walk around while we talked.

"Now before I tell you this," she nervously said, "You have to promise me that we'll always be friends like we are now, okay?"

"Come on, Liv," I smiled, "You know that's never going to change."

"Okay then," she began, "From the time we were both real little, I always knew that there was something very special about you, Michael. You were this beautiful little boy that was my best friend, and I adored you, hell, I still do."

"Really," I asked, "You do?"

"Yes," she laughed, "Now let me finish. You and your Mom were always over at my house, or Mom and I were always over at yours. You were always so sweet to me, and you were the same way at school, too. About the time I turned eleven or twelve, I began to look at you differently. Then as I grew older, I began to have dreams about you at night and my panties would be wet when I woke up the next morning. What I'm trying to say is that, I fell in love with you a long time ago, Michael..." tears began to fill her eyes... "And I've never stopped." And as I wiped the tears from her cheek with the back of my hand, Olivia took it into hers and continued, "When you told me I was beautiful, it overwhelmed me because it was something I never thought I would ever hear you say to me, Michael." Then straightening herself up, she let go of my hand and asked, "So, tell me, do you still feel the same way that you did before?"

"Would you really like to know how I feel? I asked her, intently looking into her eyes.

"Damnit, Michael," she frowned, "I wouldn't have asked otherwise, now, would I?"

"Alright then," I slyly grinned, "You asked for it." And with that said, I leaned in and very tenderly kissed her lips, lingering only milliseconds before I kissed her again. It took Olivia no time to lean further into me and firmly press her lips upon mine, our arms now tightly wrapped around one another. A few moments later our tongues joined and made complete, a kiss that began many years ago before coming to fruition that afternoon.

"Does that answer your question?" I grinned, both of us breathing heavily.

"It does for now," she smiled, her eyes shining brightly, "There's still a lot more to talk about later. In the mean time, I need to get back and make sure that my daughter hasn't torn the place down yet."

The one thing that I love most about Liv is that she taught me to not be in such a big hurry all the time, and that everything would happen exactly the way it was supposed to.

~~~~~~

We were just in time when we got back to the house, because Dad was smiling ear-to-ear and said, "It's a good thing you two got back when you did, or there wouldn't be anything left."

"Gimme a break," I laughed, "There a ton of food out there."

"That's right," chuckled Dad, "Now get your asses out there and dig in. Besides, me and Floyd worked our asses off cookin it."

"You mean, you and Floyd stood out there drinking beer while it cooked," Olivia giggled.

"Who asked you, girlie?" Dad teased, kissing Olivia on the forehead, "Smart ass kids."

~~~~~~

Chapter Four

We had all finished eating and were sitting around talking, Leah on my left, Olivia on my right, with Caitlyn in my lap, when Dad, who had disappeared a few moments earlier, came out onto the patio carrying a medium sized box.

"What's up, Dad?" Andie grinned.

"A nice surprise, baby-girl," he mischievously grinned. Then he stood and announced, "Amanda and I had a long talk before she passed away, and she wanted to make sure that the six girls she loved the most all had something of hers." And then reaching into the cardboard box, Dad retrieved six smaller, different sized boxes and set them on the table, placing the cardboard box in the floor. 

Beginning with Andie, who like everyone else there, had tears threatening to pour down her smiling face; Dad smiled said, "This was your mother's diamond earring, necklace and bracelet set that she wanted you to have. She said that it wasn't nearly as beautiful as you, but that it would look beautiful on you."

"Thank you, Daddy," Andie quietly cried into his chest, "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby," he smiled, patting her on the back.

Then he picked up another box, and handing it to Dianna, Dad smiled, "This is a ruby necklace that Amanda wanted you to have. She said that rubies make a woman look sassy, and that it took a sassy woman to tame Ben. She also said that she loved you very much, and that she was so proud the day that you and Ben were married."

"Thank you, Mark," Dianna softly cried, hugging Dad.

"And now for you, young lady," Dad chuckled at Leah, as he picked up the biggest of the boxes on the table. "This was your grandmother's gold and diamond earrings, necklace, and bracelet set. She wore these on her wedding day, and she hopes that you will wear them on yours. She said that...that way she could be there with you."

Leah was too moved to speak by this point in time, and all she could do was to bury her face into Dad's chest softly cry, clutching her grandmother's gift to her chest.

After Leah had settled back down, Dad smiled as he turned to Marie. Handing her one of three boxes left on the table, he grinned and told her, "You and Amanda were friends for a very long time and she loved you very much. Inside this box is her jade bracelet that she got when she and I went to Hong Kong a few years back, as well as the jade earrings that match it, and she wanted you to have them, Marie."

""Mark, thank you, sweetie," she sniffed, as she kissed Dad on the cheek.

"You're welcome," Dad smiled. Then he grinned at Caitlyn, and said, "And I've got something for you, too, little cutie."

"What," she excitedly asked, "What is it?"

Dad handed her the smaller of the two boxes left and said, "Ms. Amanda had this when she was your age. It's a little gold cross on a little gold chain that will fit you perfectly, and she said that as long as you wear it; God will always protect you." 

Opening the box, Caitlyn's beautiful little face lit up as she asked, "Can I wear it right now?"

"You sure can," Dad smiled, "Would you like me to help you put it on?"

"Yes, please," Caitlyn sweetly replied, as she lifted the back of her hair.

Once Dad had the clasp in place and the dainty chain was secure around her little neck, he gently turned Caitlyn back around and smiling brightly, said, "On my goodness, Caitlyn. That looks very pretty on you, sweetie."

"Thank you, Poppy," she giggled, giving Dad a hug.

Caitlyn climbed into Leah's lap when Dad smiled at Olivia, and handing her the remaining box, said, "This is a diamond necklace that I had made for Amanda many years ago, and she wanted you to have it. There's also something else in there that no one is to know about but you. There's a letter from Amanda in there that, while I wrote it for her, will tell you exactly what to do with the other item."

"Why all the secrecy, Dad," I laughed, "This isn't the CIA you know?"

My father has, as I'm sure all fathers have, a look that lets me know when to close my mouth and not speak another word, and he used that face when he replied, "It's between your mother and Libby. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I replied, not wanting to push the issue any further.

~~~~~~

That night I slept well at first, but I woke up around four o'clock that next morning and couldn't go back to sleep. I decided to go downstairs and have a snack. Maybe I would be able to go back to sleep after I ate something.

I went into the kitchen made my self a sandwich out of some the venison that I hadn't yet had the opportunity to taste, and grabbing a soft drink, went out the back door to the deck. Taking a seat at the table there, I reached over to the radio Dad kept out back. After I turned the volume down, I switched on the receiver and soft music soon floated out of the speakers. As I was eating, my mind drifted back to earlier that previous day, when I had been walking with Olivia at the fairgrounds. 

All of a sudden I heard Andie's voice say, "What's wrong, baby brother, can't you sleep either?"

"Hi, sis," I smiled, as Andie appeared from behind with plate in one hand and a glass of milk in the other.

As she sat down next me, I saw the rather large slice of coconut crème pie on her plate as she giggled, "This pie was calling to me, Mikey, and so, I just had to come see what it wanted." My sister has always been able to tell when something was bothering me and this night was no different. After taking a bite of her pie, she looked at me strangely and asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Hell, Andie," I replied, shaking my head, "I don't know, it's just...."

"You like her;" Andie interrupted me giggling, "Don't you?"

Knowing that I had never been able to hide anything from Andie, I looked at her in confusion and said, "I don't know what I'm feeling right now."

My kind and gentle sister had always known when I was about to spill over, and in doing so, she set her fork down and then took me into her arms and softly cooed, "Its okay, baby boy. Big sister's right here." All of a sudden my emotions got the best of me, and I layed my head on my Andie's shoulder and openly wept. I cried because Mom was gone, I cried at the thought of Dad being alone, I cried because of my failed marriage, but most of all I cried because, for the first time in my life, I felt lost and didn't know where to turn. And as always, Andie knew just what to say and do to calm me back down again, and bring a smile back to my face. As anyone can plainly see, my sister is the best.

"You gonna be okay now?" she asked, once I'd regained my composure.

"Yeah," I sighed, "I'm alright now."

"Good," she said, leaning back to look at me. Then her face changed, and she pointedly said, "So, like I said before, Michael, you like her, don't you?" Andie only ever called me Michael, as opposed to Mike or Mikey, when she was either pissed off at me, or letting me know that she was not making a suggestion, as was the case here.

"You're probably right," I relented, "But I'm still not real sure."

Andie smiled and sat up in her chair, then turning to face me, took my hand and told me, "Look Mike, sweetie. I'm going to tell you something that you have to promise to me you will never repeat."

"Okay, sis," I said, "I promise."

Andie took a deep breath and began, "The reason that Olivia doesn't speak of Caitlyn's father is because, when......"

"She already told me," I interrupted, "She was raped while she was still in college. I know all about it, the concert, the two guys, everything."

"Well then, did you know that she was virgin when that happened," Andie informed me, "And that she hasn't been with another man since?"

"No," I quietly replied, "I didn't know that."

"Look, Mikey," Andie smiled, "Libby is a great no, make that a dynamite woman. She's beautiful, you told her that yourself earlier this afternoon, if I'm not mistaken."

"No," I laughed, "You're not mistaken there."

"There's something else," Andie said, "Mom use to talk about the two of you being together. She said that if you ever came back home and stayed here long enough for the two of you to get reacquainted; then you'd never leave here again."

"Is that a fact," I teasingly asked, "Did Mom cook that one up all by herself, or did you help her?"

"Oh, shut up," Andie giggled, "Seriously Mikey, give Libby a chance. You never know what could happen."

"I'll tell you what I'll do, Sis," I smiled, "I promise that I'll think about it, okay?"

"Come on now," she admonished, "You'll have to do better than that, Mike."

"You listen to me, Andie," I animatedly replied, "I'm still a little gun shy when it comes to women these days anyway so, that's all I can give right now. Do you understand? That's all I can give."

"Oh, chill out," she giggled, hugging me again, "You're gonna be okay, Mikey, I promise."

~~~~~~

Later on that morning around nine o'clock, I arrived at the pavilion to do a little work on the upcoming Cantata. Being the conductor, I was given a key. And as I opened the door and reached in to turn on the backstage lights, a memory of days gone by flashed into my head, taking me back to when I first moved out to Los Angeles. I lived in a warehouse apartment where the sounds and smells weren't too dissimilar from what I was experiencing now.

I walked across the stage with the conductor's score in my hand, and laid it across the top of the piano, spreading it out so as to get a better look. While I would never try to second guess Rachmaninov, I noticed that there were spaces within the musical phrases that could be a little fuller sounding. Every instrument in the orchestra, as well as the choir, were all being utilized in those places, but still, I found that there was room for something more. That's when it finally hit me, the other half of what I'd been missing. I went straight to the office and immediately picked up the phone.

~~~~~~

"Are you sure you're going to be alright with everything, man?" I said into the phone.

"We'll take care of everything on this end," the voice replied through the receiver, "Just make sure that someone is there to take delivery when everything arrives tomorrow."

"No problem," I said, right before hanging up, "Thanks again, Dave."

Everything was set, and the Cantata this year would be a performance that many people in my hometown would remember for years to come.

~~~~~~

When everyone showed up for rehearsal the following Monday night, they, Olivia included, were all amazed at what they saw set up next to conductor's podium.

I'd brought in my Moog 55 Modular synthesizer, both of my Mini Moogs, an ARP 2500 sitting atop a Hammond B-3, completed by a Roland Jupiter 8, totaling five synthesizers in all.

"What in the world are those things," asked Harmon Jens, one of the trombone players.

Before I could answer, Olivia explained, in-depth, what every instrument was, not to mention what recording artists used them. I was astonished, to say the least, at Olivia's knowledge of analog synthesizers, but then again, she was a pianist so, why shouldn't she at have least heard of these instruments?" 




A Mother Always Knows



When we began to play, everyone seemed on edge, all in anticipation of hearing what the strange looking keyboards sounded like. For the first thirty measures, all that you could hear were the choir, piano and string sections. And then as the brass and woodwinds made their entrance, the percussion section came in right behind them, accenting every note.

We were a little bit less than halfway through it when I made the ARP 2500 begin a structured arppegiation, held and programmed to attack and decay in time with the orchestra. Directly thereafter, I played the Moog 55's preprogrammed sequence; and with the swell of the filters on the Mini Moogs, as the envelopes opened and closed, the entire pavilion vibrated with the music we created that night, and that was when we, as a group of musicians, all came together. While I still heard a few mistakes, we had more than enough time to iron them out together.

After rehearsal that night, everyone gathered around my keyboards, asking different questions and such. I played the signature licks to some of the songs I'd written that either currently were, or had been on the radio at one time or another. Olivia sat back silently watching me with a delightfully contented smile on her face while I chatted with our peers.

~~~~~~

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises," Olivia said, after everyone had cleared out, right before I turned my gear off for the night, "But I've got a question for you, Michael."

"Go ahead," I stupidly replied.

"I was just wondering," she smirked, "Can you play those contraptions with a real piano player and no orchestra?" 

"Is that a challenge," I teased, "Or are you trying to crack a joke?"

"What's' the matter," Olivia teased, goading me, "You can't take the heat, Rock Star?"

I knew right then that someone in my family had been instructing Olivia in the art of 'How to Yank My Chain', and inciting me to see how far she was willing to take this, I grinned and cockily replied, "Alright then, sit your pretty little ass down at the piano, because I'm about to give you all the proper musical instruction you'll ever need."

"You're so full of shit," she giggled, as she made her way to the piano, "I've already had all the proper musical instruction I'll ever need, thank you."

"Then I'm gonna take you to school little girl," I laughed, "You name it, and I'll be there."

"Alright, smart ass," she spat "We'll do a standard, one, four, five, blues run, in the key of 'C'. Watch me for the changes....and try to keep up."

She began to play and I came in right behind her. We traded small riffs back and forth throughout the first run of the song structure, and I had to admit that Olivia definitely had some chops. While playing rhythm she nodded for me to take the first lead run, I used both of my Mini Moogs, using one to harmonize with other. Each lick I played was crisp, clear and concise, leaving no doubt that I had created that particular musical phrase.

I took over playing rhythm and nodded to Olivia, and after a quick wink at me, she began. She started slowly like water, as it dripped from a faucet. Soon after, the drip became a trickle, and then the trickle became stream. I could feel her music pulling me along, as the stream became creeks, which eventually beget a raging river. The speed at which the notes spoke her phrases were outdone only by her precise consistency of musical flow, much like the waters of that same river I now found myself about to drown in. All at once she nodded to end it, and when we stopped; Olivia and I simply stood silently in place, staring into each other's eyes while panting to regain our breath.

Before either of us knew or could explain it, we found ourselves standing face-to-face, half way between the piano and conductor's podium, still breathing heavily, but not because we were winded.

"I love you, Michael," Olivia breathed, gently caressing my cheek with her hand.

"I know you do," I softly replied, "And I love you, too, Liv, I really do. But I'm still a little messed up so, you're gong have to be patient with me."

"I've waited my whole life to hear you say those words to me," she happily squealed, gently throwing her arms around my neck as her eyes filled with happy tears, "You take all the time you need, because I'll never leave you, and I swear by all that's holy, that I'll never ever hurt you, Michael." 

"I love you, Liv," I said, "I really love you."

~~~~~~

"I guess I'd better get home," Olivia giggled, her truck windows fogged up from all of the making out we'd one after rehearsal, "Mom and Dad are probably getting ready to call out the National Guard by now."

"Yeah," I laughed, looking around the truck, "I guess I should get home, too."

"Will you call me tomorrow, Michael," Olivia smiled, as I opened the truck door to get out.

"You know I will," I grinned, "Good night, Liv, I love you."

"Good night, Michael," she softly replied, "And I love you, too."

~~~~~~

"Uncle Mike," Leah giggled, rousing me from my sleep, "Get up. You've got a telephone call."

"I thought you were in college," I groaned, rolling away from the sound of her voice.

"I am, but I don't have any classes today," she giggled, "Mom said to get your lay ass out of bed and answer the phone.

~~~~~~

"Hullo," I groggily answered the phone.

"Good Morning, my love," Olivia chirped, on the other end, "Did I wake you up?"

"No," I lied, "I got up a few minutes ago."

"Liar," she giggled, "Leah said you were still asleep."

I laughed, and with a yawn, said, "Didn't we just have this same conversation a couple of days ago, Liv?"

"Yes, we did," she laughed, "So; I'm going to ask you again. Did I wake you?"

"Yes," I laughed, try to sound mean, "What do you want?"

"I want you to get cleaned up," she cooed, "I'm coming by to pick you up in half an hour."

"Where are we going," I groaned, "And why so early?"

"If you think eleven-thirty is early, then you're nuts," she laughed, "Now get up, lazy bones," and then she hung up the phone, giggling.

~~~~~~

"Hello, my love," smiled Olivia, as she openly kissed me in front of Andie and Leah, "How're you doing this morning?"

"Okay, I guess," I teased, "Although I still wouldn't mind going back to sleep."

"I'm not going to let you sleep your life away, big boy," she giggled, sitting in my lap, "Especially now that I'm in it."

"Is there something that you two would like to tell us?" Leah teased, her eyebrows raised in suspicion, but knowing the truth.

"We're in love with one another," Olivia adoringly replied, then abruptly hopped up and out of my lap while placing her hands on her hips, "But I'm not like those sluts he's used to out in California so, it's gonna be quite a while before he gets any."

"Jeez, Liv," I exclaimed, my face red in embarrassment, "Have you lost your mind?" 

"Ooo, look at him blush, Libby," Andie uproariously giggled, Leah and Olivia howling with laughter.

"Are you ready to go now?" I impatiently asked Olivia.

"Aw, we were just teasing you, baby," she mockingly soothed, as went were leaving.

"I just shook my head laughing and said, "Crazy bitches."

As soon as I turned around Andie smacked me hard on the ass and said, "That's right, asshole," then kissed my cheek as I passed her and laughed, "And don't forget it."

~~~~~~

"Where are we going?" I asked, as we hopped into Olivia's truck.

"It's a surprise, but I'll give you a hint," she grinned, "This person is a very old friend of both of ours."

"Well, not much help there," I teased, "But let's go anyway."

~~~~~~

After driving past town for about twenty minutes, Olivia pulled up in front of the house that I knew was the home of Mr. and Mrs. Harold and Joyce Rankin. Mrs. Rankin had been both mine and Olivia's music teacher in grade school, and Mr. Rankin had been our choir teacher in junior high, as well as high school. Olivia and I had adored having both of them as teachers. I don't know about Olivia, well, actually I do now, but at the time; both Mr. and Mrs. Rankin's teachings had been, and still are to this day, some of the tools I use as a professional songwriter and a musician.

"Well, I'll be damned," said Mr. Rankin, as he and Mrs. Rankin greeted us at their front door, "I was wondering if I'd ever see you again, Michael Fallon."

"It's good to see you, Mister Rankin," I replied, as they led us into their home.

"I think you can dispense with Mister, crap, Mike," Harold laughed, "We're all adults here. I'm Harold and my wife's name is Joyce, but you two already know that."

"It's so good to see you, Michael, honey," cooed Joyce as she reached over and pulled me into a hug, "And Harold and I are so proud of what you've been doing with your music."

"I still say he could use a haircut," Harold teasingly grumbled, making us all laugh.

As Harold and I sat down, Olivia and Joyce went to make coffee, and Harold asked, "How long are you home for, Mike?"

"I don't really know," I said, "I promised my Mom that I would conduct the Spring Cantata in the new pavilion this year so, I'll be home for at least another five to six weeks."

"Joyce and I want to express our deepest condolences for you and your family's loss," he kindly said, "We went to her funeral, but we didn't want to intrude. Your parents, especially your Mom, were, and still are very loved by this whole town. I hope you know, Mike."

"Thanks, Harold," I smiled, "That's very kind."

Not wanting a happy reunion to turn sad, Harold smiled, and patting me on the shoulder, grinned and asked, "How do you like conducting as opposed to playing?"

"What makes you think I'm not playing?" I laughed.

"There's no way you can conduct and play at the same time," he pointedly replied, "It's just not possible."

"According to whom," I chuckled, "And what makes you think it can't be done."

"I'd have to see it to believe it," Harold laughed, "But then again, knowing you, Mike, I really wouldn't be too surprised either."

About that time, Olivia came in carrying the coffee tray, pot and cups, and Joyce right behind her with cake in one hand, and small plates in the other.

"We watched you on the TV the night you got your Grammy award, Michael," smiled Joyce, "I'll bet your family is very proud of you, sweetie. I know that Harold and I are."

"That's awfully sweet, Joyce, and thank you," I smiled, pleased that my teachers were proud of me, "But none of it would've been possible if I didn't have you and Harold as teachers."

"He's right about that shit," laughed Harold.

"Harold Rankin, you leave that boy alone," smiled Joyce, "But thank you, just the same, Michael."

It was good visiting with Harold and Joyce, and we were not allowed to leave until I had autographed every album that Joyce owned that had any of my music on it. And when it was done, we left with the Rankin's promise that they would both be there to see the Cantata in a few weeks."

~~~~~~

Over the period of a couple of weeks, rehearsals began to flow evenly with little to no mistakes, and at the end of each session, I would critique my peers, letting them know what needed work. However, at the end of every single critique came even more praise and encouragement. I knew that these people had what it took to play this music flawlessly, and I was not about to let them forget it. 

I didn't realize it at the time, but I gained their respect by doing things the way I had. I believe that a student should hear more praise than criticism, thus encouraging them to want to do better. Granted, these people weren't students anymore, they were supposed to be professionals, but still, there was a lot of talent in that group of people, and as their leader, which is basically what a conductor is, I wanted to let them know that I needed them as much as they needed me. And I did...

~~~~~~

The love between Olivia and I deepened more every day. And every day, I felt the darkness that I had once harbored within me, slowly coming into the light. I mean, hell, how was I not supposed to be in a good mood all the time with people like Andie and Leah around me day in and day out. But more than anything, and I think that honestly and for the first time in my life, my heart found its true refuge in the arms of my beautiful Liv.

None of the other women I'd consorted with, Sally included, and I thought she was my one true love, had ever satisfied me the way Olivia did. And the best thing bout my relationship with Olivia was, we hadn't made love yet. I did have the good sense to realize that when we finally did give ourselves to one another, it would more-than-likely bring me to knees, literally....

~~~~~~

Were at the end of our fifth week of rehearsal, when afterwards, a member of the woodwinds section, a young oboe player named Sheryl Elliot, who had never said a single word to me until now, stood up in front of everyone, and amidst the quiet laughter of her peers, said, "Mister Fallon, I need to tell you something, and I need to tell you right now, or I'm gonna burst wide open."

"Well, by all means tell me, Sheryl," I smiled, "And please, call me Mike."

"Okay then, Mike," she giggled, "Every member of this orchestra, and all the members of the choir, too.....well, we wanted to say that we feel very fortunate to have you as our conductor. But I wanted to tell you personally, that I hope you don't go back to California, because we want you to stay here where your home is.....with us." By the time she had finished speaking; I saw her reach up and wipe her eyes with the back of her hand.

All at once everyone in the orchestra, Olivia included, as well as everyone in the choir, were all standing on their feet applauding wildly, thus beginning the start of a deep conflict within me.

After the applause died down, I humbly smiled and graciously replied, "I want to thank each and every one of you, and I also want to let you all know that this moment in time will forever be captured and stored among the fondest memories of my life. Once again, thank you, and I'll see you all back on Monday for the beginning of our final rehearsals."

~~~~~~

Olivia had always waited for everyone to leave so that she and I could spend the extra time together. And as I was turning off and covering my gear, she smiled and asked, "Do you have any plans for this weekend, Michael?"

"Other than being with you," I grinned, receiving a sweet kiss for it, "No, I don't have any plans this weekend."

"In that case," she seductively purred, wrapping her arms around my waist, "How bout you and I spending the next few days together at the beach, just the two of us?"

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this, Liv," I cautiously asked, "I mean, I don't want you to feel like you're under any kind of pressure to do anything you don't want to do."

"Now why on earth would you think I might feel pressured, Michael?" she asked, stepping away from me and placing her hands on her hips.

"I don't know." I sheepishly replied, "Sheryl was talking about trying to get me to stay here and I thought maybe......"

"I was interrupted by the sound of her howling with laughter, and after regaining her composure I said, "What is so funny?"

"You're charming, Michael, I'll give you that," she giggled. Then walking up to me and throwing her arms around me, she sensually cooed, "But you're not that charming, at least not yet," and then slowly kissed me, leaving me wanting more when the kiss was done.

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Chapter Five

That next morning I was up and awake at eight-thirty, having coffee with Dad, when he asked, "Where are guys going for the weekend?"

"I don't know, Dad," I replied, "Liv told me that she had everything under control."

"Ya know, that Libby is a real sweet girl, son," Dad gently smiled, "I know that she practically worshipped the ground your mother walked on, and your mother loved her as much as she loved any of you three kids."

"I know, Dad," I smiled, "Mom loved her a lot."

"What about Mike," he plainly asked, "How do you feel about her?"

"I'm not real sure right now," I uncertainly replied, "But I think I'm falling in love with her."

"Relax, Mike," Dad laughed, "It's not as bad as you think."

"I don't understand what you mean, Dad."

"Women are a whole lot smarter than we give them credit for, son," he chuckled, "You think that Libby doesn't know everything about you? Use your head, Mike, she and your Mom were great friends so, don't think for a second that your Mom didn't keep her well informed on everything that you've been up to since you left here."

"Damn," I laughed, "I guess I really have been a dumb ass, haven't I?"

"Let me tell you something, Mikey," Dad said, "That little girl was heart-broken when she came back from taking you to the airport the day that you left for college. She laid her head in your mother's lap and cried for three hours, saying that she blew her chance to be with you. You didn't know this, and you damn sure didn't it hear from me," he continued, "But Olivia told your mother when you two were barely in grade school, that she was going to marry you one day."

"Really," I smiled, "Why didn't she ever tell me how she felt?"

"She tried," Dad scolded, "But you were off in California, too busy chasing your dreams to listen." 

"I had to go out to L.A. to make my connections in the music industry," I explained, "Otherwise I'd be working some dead-end job that I hated and would be miserable for the rest of my life. Please, tell me that you understand this, Dad."

"I understand, and you're right. You had to go to California," Dad nodded, "But now that you have those, connections, as you call them; does it matter where you live?"

"What're you trying to say, Dad?"

"Just this," he gently replied, "Someone doesn't always have to go far away to chase their dream, because.....sometimes....it's been standing right in front of them the whole time."

Before I could respond, I heard Liv coming into the house through the back door; just like she's done for as far back as I can remember.....as far back as I could remember......Holy shit, Dad was right.

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"Good morning, Michael," Olivia cooed, softly kissing my cheek near my lips as I stood to greet her, "Are you all packed and ready?"

"Yeah," I smiled, "Where did you say we were going?"

After hugging Dad, Olivia grinned and said, "I told you that it was a surprise so, you're just going to have to trust me."

"Uh oh," I teased, "I'm in big trouble now."

"You're so silly," she giggled, taking my hand, "Come on, we need to get on the road soon."

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As soon as I realized we were headed south, I smiled at Olivia and said, "Are you going to tell me where we're going now, Liv?"

"We're going to Padre Island," she smiled, "Mom and Dad bought a place down there a couple of years ago, and they said we could use it this weekend."

"Why now, Liv," I sweetly asked, "You know that I'm willing to wait, don't you?"

"You might be able to wait, Michael," she giggled, "But I'm about to climb the walls, I want you so bad."

"But why go all the way down to Padre," I reasoned, "Why not get a place somewhere closer?"

"I love you Michael, I really do, baby," Olivia knowingly smirked, "But you're going to have to blindly trust me, please?"

"Alright, Liv," I grinned, "If that's the case, then I trust you."

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After six hours of driving, having stopped once to eat, and twice for the restroom, we arrived at 1459 Gulfshore Drive. We were at the far end of the island, the closest house being at least eight-hundred to a thousand yards away. It was three-thirty in the afternoon and the sun was still out and shining brightly.

"What would like to do first, my love?" I asked, as we unloaded the truck and into the house.

"I'd like to cuddle up with you on the big hammock so that we can talk for a while," Olivia cooed, "Would that be okay, Michael?"