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 by Dee Gilles	

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 Benny & Ray 99 The Castle Dee Gilles Rated G

 Ray and I lugged my big leather sofa up the front stoop and through the
big doors. We were both sweating our asses off. Course, just my luck,
Bruno and I picked the hottest day of the summer to move.

 Bruno followed up behind us with his leather club chair, and Buck was
right behind him hauling two stacked side tables for the living room.

 At least it was going fast. 

 "Hold on," I said to Ray as the corner of the couch got hung up in the
doorway. "Stop for a minute." We halted and I switched my grip on the
couch. "Turn it that way," I commented. 

 "Yeah, yeah, I got it," Ray muttered. We hoisted together and maneuvered
the couch through the doorway at an angle. We barely managed to squeeze
the extra wide couch through the doorway and into the living room.

 We set it down, and I looked around in satisfaction. Bruno and I had
bought the old Zuko place. The hardwoods gleamed; refinished them myself.
Bruno and I had spent last weekend polishing all the beautiful and ornate
mahogany woodwork throughout the house.

 We had also gone antiquing the weekend before that, and bought an amazing
china hutch, dining table, and secretary desk. We had bought Turkish rugs
for all the downstairs rooms, had gone shopping for artwork, and were
having a distressed leather king-sized headboard custom-built just for us.
Tomorrow, we had an interior decorator come in to measure for drapes, and
discuss paint and wallpaper colors. In short, the house was going to be a
showpiece in short order. I couldn't wait.

 Bruno had talked me into moving back into the old neighborhood. One
night, I had told him how much I missed living in Little Italy, and how,
for the most part, I had a happy childhood (except for the `being in the
closet' thing.) And the next night, he came home with the real estate
section of the Sun-Times. Bruno was that kind of guy. That's why I loved
him so much.

 Ray watched me standing there, grinning like a fool and looking around at
the place.

 "Pretty proud of yourself, huh?" he remarked. But he was grinning too.
Ray wore a pair of knee length nylon shorts, a Michael Jordan jersey, and
sneakers. Clearly tired, he placed his hands of his hips.

 "Yeah, well, it is one hell of an accomplishment," I said. "'member when
we were kids...always checking this place out, walking by. This place was
like castle to us back then."

 Ray looked around with obvious awe. "Still is," he said.

 The place had been on the market for a year now, I had discovered, for
just under a cool million. After negotiating hard for a couple of months,
Bruno and I were able to get it for considerably less. I had to sell my
other investment properties, sure, and take on a hell of a monthly nut,
but it was worth it, to see the faces of the folks from `round the way'
when I told them that I, the fag who'd gotten run out of the neighborhood
a long time ago, had bought the biggest, grandest house that they never in
a million years could afford. It was a hell of a coup. 

 "Just wait `til I get it all decked out," I said. "This place is going to
be un-fucking-believable. You and Ben gotta come to my Fourth of July
party. Bruno and I were talking about hiring a band and having a concert
in the back yard. We're gonna get a big Texas smoker and roast a whole
pig, hire a valet to park the cars...the whole works. You gotta come."

 "We'll see," Ray hedged.

 Oh Ray. Still wanted to keep his distance from the fags. This was
something he and I were going to have to work on, once I got settled into
the house. I shook my head and let it go for now. "Come on, let's go grab
those mattresses." I gave him a slap on the ass as we both turned to go.

 With the help of Bruno, and a small troupe of pretty Chelsea boys
straight from the gyms of Boystown, we were able to get the furniture
moved into the house pretty quickly. Bruno had hired a couple of teens
from St. T's House to help move some stuff, too, and my cousin Tony and
nephew Angelo helped out. Maria and her mother even came by with a
casserole, which we gobbled up pretty quickly. I think more than anything,
they were just being nosy and wanted to see the house, but that was okay
by me. I was happy to show it off. I escorted them from room to room,
feeling like the Queen of England.

 "So's how's Ben?" I said as we now walked up the stairs carrying some
light boxes.

 "Ummm...he's okay."

 "You sure?"

 "Yeah, I'm sure."

 "You oughta bring him by this weekend so check out the place." 

 I had seen Ben a few times since I had run into him last summer in
Boystown. Last time I saw him, actually, was at the Pride Parade. He had
come down with his daughter, minus Ray. He stayed close to me and Bruno
most of the day, and I introduced him around to everybody. He seemed a
little reserved, kind of quiet, but after a while, he kind of got into the
spirit of things. He still didn't come to our White Party, though, but I
know I'd wear him down over time. Next year, for sure. And I'd make him
bring Ray too.

 "Maybe another time, alright?" Ray said. We stashed our boxes in the
first bedroom on the right. It was the smallest bedroom, and was going to
be my office. 

 "Hey, Tommy," Ray said after he unloaded his box in the corner. "Mind if
I have a look around?"

 "Course not," I said. "La mia casa la vostra casa, my man. Knock yourself
out. I could use a siddown, anyway." I plopped down on the floor, as we
had not yet brought in my banker's chair. 

 I watched Ray go, and sat on the cool floor with my eyes closed,
listening to him move around from room to room. I knew his ultimate
destination. Her room. The room whose window he used to sneak into at
night by climbing the thick woody wisteria. The room in which they used to
make love. The room in which they shared their secrets.

 I used to be so jealous of Irene. Still am, really. Ten years dead, and I
was still jealous of her. 

 Because he loved her. 

 I smiled to myself, laughing at my own foolishness. It became really
quiet. I could hear the boys downstairs, hear them knocking around,
scuffling, hear them laughing. I sat back against the sturdy plaster wall,
and sighed. I listened to myself breathe. Long minutes went by.

 "Hey." 

 I opened my eyes. 

 Ray was looking down at me, leaning in the door jam. "You mind if I take
off? You guys got it from here, right?"

 "Why don't you stay a little longer? We can order some pizza. I can go
pick up some beer."

 "Nah. Got some place I gotta be."

 "Yeah? Where?"

 Ray shrugged with one shoulder. "Someplace. Gotta see somebody."

 I looked him up and down. He carefully avoided my gaze. Mmm. 

 "Well....okay. Alright, then." I stood. Already my leg muscles were
getting stiff from the heavy lifting today. "Thanks for helping out. I owe
you one." I came to him and gave him a quick hard hug. He squeezed me
back. "Call me soon, alright?" I said. "Invite me over to the house, why
don't ya? Love to get some of that famous Vecchio pasta fagioli sometime."

 "You got it," he said. 

 I walked him down the stairs and out the door, where Ray said his
good-byes to Bruno and the rest of the guys. 

 I stood in the doorway for a while, and peered down the long sidewalk,
watching the cars slow and people stare and try to figure out who was now
in the old Zuko place. I waved at a passing car. Rebelliously, I waved in
a deliberately faggy way, one hand on my hip, limp-wristed. The driver
looked away and sped up. I laughed and shrugged it off. 

 I was here, I was queer, so they'd better get used to it.

 FINIS

  
  

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