A Prairie Christmas Chapter 10 Part 1

The twins get me alone as the moms have Tommy help cleaning up. Everyone else has left, it being Sunday and a school night. ‘Gator threw Tommy up in the air Tim 582 a couple of more times before going out the door. The girls have their serious faces on.
“That boy really loves you,” Amy starts the interrogation.
“Yeah. It calmed down when we was in the Everglades. He had a real hero-worship thing going when we escaped from the drug program. He’s back to full-on idolizing again. I’m glad his foster parents are so good ta ‘im.”
“What’s ya gonna do. We kin smell the testosterone coming off both of you,” Angela always goes right to the heart of the matter. “Ya cain’t sleep up on the third floor if’n yer gonna be doin’ it.”
“Homeless and horny agin,” I joke.
“You was so worked up ‘bout him comin’ this Christmas. It was so sweet. But if’n you go all gaybo on us, we’ll freak out.” Tim 440
“I don’ts know whats ta do.” Which is the truth. “Last summer he was only 14. When he got all horny, we jist decided it we was brothers, not lovers.”
“So he knows ya ain’t gay or did he think once he got older you’d want him in that way?”
“I don’t know. It makes me feel so good that he’s so happy now. He got sent ta juvie ‘cause his brother was pickin’ on him. I confronted the brother when Tommy had to go to the hospital with an infected foot. The brother tried to sock me. I knocked him down and he was locked up. Tommy got a foster family and his life is great now. It’ll ruin his Christmas if I change how I treat him. We was this way all summer, with only ‘gators, panthers and hippies around. It’s just natural.” Tim 411
“He ain’t a kid no more, even with ‘Gator throwing him around like a rag doll. He don’t act gay ‘cept around you. An’ you don’t act gay ‘cept ‘round him.”
“I do love ‘im. It ain’t no act.”
“Great. If it’s not enuff we’s got gay moms, now we gots a gay brother.”
“’As the World Turns,’ in Ames Iowa,” I laugh.
“Ya ain’t mad at us fer callin’ ya gay?”
“Y’all still think I’m a nut case; what part of being gay don’t fall under nut case?”
That makes ‘em stop and think. I don’t believe they are thinking I’m really gay.
“I’ll take him with me to work, so’s we kin talk while I drives around on deliveries. I’ll let you know what we’ll do to get rid of the boy sex stink.”
“Ya should move down to the second floor if ya need yer privacy.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“We care ‘bouts ya, Andy. That’s all.”
“Condemned to homo-land by my caring family.”
They finally laugh.

Tommy is drying dishes with Mom in the kitchen.
“Wanna ride around with me while I work?” I ask him.
He lights up like a Christmas tree. Tim 410“Sure. Kin I borrow a jacket. It’s real cold out there.”
“’Course. Let’s go.”
He gives me a funny look as we go up to our room to change.
As soon as we drive away from the Hyland house, he asks me, “What’s wrong? Ya looks vexed.”
“The twins was givin’ me crap ‘bout being gay with you’s.”
“They knows?”
“Naw. I thinks they’s a little jealous ‘cause they see how much we loves each other. I’s their brother too, and they’s unsure how to treat ya. They cain’t jist start lovin’ ya when they’s jist met ya.”
“I ain’t never had a sister a’fore.”
“We gots ta make ’em love ya, like a little brother.”
“I don’t wants ta be yer little brother fer ever. I rilly loves ya, Huck.”
“The love’s cool. It’s the wantin’ me that throws ‘em off. Ain’t nobody gay out here in Iowa.”
“Gator sure acts gay. Gay ‘Gator. That sounds ’bout right.”
“Yer gonna havta change the ‘Gatorsaurus story ta say that mean old ‘gator was after yer ass, not jist tryin’ to et ya.”
We both are laughing when I pull up to the Pizza Pit. Tommy comes in with me to help carry the first deliveries. I introduce him to the boss as my little brother.
“Ya comin’ to Ames to live with Andy now.”
“Naw. I’s in foster care. I’s jist here fer Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas then.”

We keep talking while I drive around making the deliveries.  It starts snowing, the first of the year.
“Looks like we git a White Christmas,” I announce.
“I ain’t never seen snow a’fore. Kin we stop?”
“I’s gotta keep makin’ the deliveries. You kin git out at the next stop.”
He jumps out and twirls around, trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue. He is incredibly cute.

I want to kiss him so badly when we get back in the car.
“It’s cold out there,” he complains, hugging me supposedly for warmth.Tim 399
“You hussy. Yer jist beggin’ fer a kiss.”
He grabs me by my jacket lapels and Frenches me right there on the street. My heart is going a mile a minute. His hands are down my pants, pulling on the belt buckle. Tim 563 The snow is coming down pretty fast. No one is out on the street.
“If we start doin’ it now, we’ll never stop. It’ll break my heart when ya gots to go back.”
“You do love me. I knew it,” he’s triumphant, jumping into the back seat and dragging me with him.
“If we do it now, ya gots to promise you’ll be a perfect little brother to the twins, so they ain’t jealous no more.”
“I promise. I promise,” as he pulls his jeans off, kicking his sneakers off as well.
My dick has no hesitation on what it plans to do with this horny boy. Tommy is pulling on my belt which he loosens just in time for my dick to pop the buttons on my jeans. He leans over to take the tip in his mouth. Tim 85
I take a deep breath and hold him off.
“Stop. Slow down. At this rate it’ll be over in five minutes. This is gotta be better than that.
“Oh, I’ve been practicing. I kin make it last forever now.” As he pulls my jeans off my butt, half my dick sticking out of my gay briefs. The sight is one for him to behold.
“These are cute,” as he fingers the waist band, “when ‘ja start wearing these,” as he is rubbing his knuckle along my exposed dick. Tim 55
His engorged dick is pressing up against his blue brief’s waistband. He has grown.
“These are pretty cute, too,” as I pull back the waist band to let his dick head pop out.
“I gots the fosters ta buy ‘em fer me. I gots red and green too. Do they make me look older?”
“Naw. Yer still the same pervert as ever,” as I snap the waist band on his exposed dick.
“OW, ow, ow, ow. You asshole. Ya always havta be so mean,” as he goes down on the top of my dick.  Tim 513
I cum instantly, filling his mouth, and causing the jizz to leak out. He swallows, then goes to jerk himself, thinking I am done.
“Do ya loves me, even when I cain’t control my dick,” as I pull his hand off his own dick.
“I loves ya so much, even whens yer bein’ a retard.”
That’s what I need to keep my dick hard. Pushing his hands away, I deep-throat him, wrapping my tongue on his shaft and squeezing it as I go up and down. His size impresses me, as I have to take him past my gag reflex. His hips start bucking. The car is definitely shaking. I trust that no one is out in the storm. He has learned to control his orgasms. I’m not interested in more than a quickie while at work. I lift him up and planted his ass on my hard-on, which has been ready to go off for awhile. As I lick the tip of his dick, my tip can feel his anal muscles spasming and squeezing. I refuse to let him pull his dick away from my mouth, so he can be impaled on my straining shaft. In his frustration to be fucked, he forgets to control his own dick. It goes off into my pressing lips. I let him go as he geysers all over me, sinking completely down to my balls, and bouncing back as his whole anal canal spasms around my dick. Tim 343 I pull him down again and let my second orgasm go just as his  finishes. He holds me in a tight hug, shuddering as I spurt four, then five times before I finish. We stare intensely into each other’s eyes. We kiss as I start shuddering. After pulling up our pants, I grab his hand and dragged him out the back door of the car. We flop down on our backs in the three inches of snow that has fallen since we started fucking. Still holding his hand, I get him flapping both arms and legs, side to side. Lifting him to his feet and turning him around, Tim 462  Tim 606 I present him with two perfect snow angels joined at the wings. He flings both arms around me. We jump up and down on the sidewalk. Looking at our cum-stained jackets, I make a snow ball and bomb him. We start a wild snowball fight, which goes on until we look like snowmen, or more accurately, snow&cum-men.

I finish my shift later than normal. The boss figures it’s the snow. I assure him that before Florida, I lived in Alaska. I’m used to snow. On the way home, I remind Tommy that his goal is to get the twins to love him, as their little brother. His cheeks are a rosy red and his breathing is still ragged, to match his beating heart. Now it’s time to face the twins. He trusts me to make our case as brothers, but with benefits – Hillbilly brothers, making babies.

We race into the house. Tommy grabs Mom’s hands and is swinging her around.
“Me and Huck made snow angels. We had a snowball fight. I ain’t never seen snow ‘afore.”
“You boys march out onto the porch and brush off that snow. There’ll be no mess in my kitchen,” Molly takes charge.
We run outside and brush each other off by slapping and punching our coats and pants. All the commotion brings the girls downstairs to investigate.
As we come back in, I realize Tommy’s face and probably mine are bright red. The girls’ suspicions are ramping up.
“Com’n outside,” he exhorts the twins. “We’all kin make snow angels.”
Christmas spirit arrives with the snow. The girls get their jackets. We play outside until it is time to go to bed. Besides snow angels and snowball fights, we built a scrawny snowman that Tommy names Huck, in my honor I suppose.

Worried he has nothing to wear for Church, Tommy relaxes once he tries on my dark coat and tie. The fit is almost perfect, enough to boost his confidence that we are now the same size. I think he just wants to borrow the outfit. Instead he is moving in……to my closet. Sweet falling…in love. That rings a bell about Jack. And where is Jace? He went with Hippie for the glorious arrival of Anna plus 1. I need him to check on Jack, wasting some flex time to bust his ass to Switzerland. He doesn’t appear. I call Michael and Jenna to discuss my dilemma. They are so pleased to be asked, remembering when it was the double lovebirds making out in the music room.
“Hail, fair Romeo. Got time for my love-life?”
“Trouble from falling out of paradise?”
“It’s the first snow up here. I cheated on Jack making snow angels.”
“With Swamp Boy?” Tim 410
“How’d ya know?”
“You gave it away singing ‘Bobby McGee,” by substituting “Tommy’ in “holding Bobby’s hand…’ Are you blind to your own romantic moves.”
“I ain’t self-conscious. Maybe just subconscious. I ain’t got a fucking brain, just my heart ta tell me what’s ta do.”
“You are too country, boy.”
“Yeah. Tommy calls me Huck. All the girls call me Andy.”
We start giggling.
“Where’s Hippie?” Michael changes our focus.
“He’s out presenting his pregnant bride to the screaming Baptists – ‘We are saved! May the holy rolling begin.”
“You did that didn’tcha”
“”Yeah. All the girls was grabbin’ my dick. Tongues was more than I could stand.”
“Nice visuals.”
“I still loves Jack but I ain’t seen him forever, just one phone call. I figured I was due a little cheatin.’ Swamp Boy is persistent if nothing. He cain’t even sing. I hasta pinch him ta git ‘im to hit high notes.”
“You is livin’ a country music soap opera,” Michael is talking to me from his subconscious, unintentionally speaking country.
“You need a girlfriend, dude. Just go totally country, move into a trailer, have kids, and kick the dog.”
We laugh for about a minute.
“You two havta come up for Christmas, Hippie’s already here. I’m putting a show on at school.”
“A show?”
“Yeah. Little House on the Prairie.”
“No shit.”
“Michael?” Jena chimes in.
“Yeah. You’re right, sorry.”
“Jenna, “I asked, “be a girlfriend for a second.”
“You better last longer than that.”
“Ew, potty mouth much? I never knew. You’ve been a bad influence, Romeo.” Jeremy Dufour 01
“Here’s my advice to you Tim/Huck/Andy and every other guy. Stop letting your dick doing your thinking for you,” she advises.
“Harsh,” Michael comments.
“My dick has a complicated relationship with my heart. Love is a drug. Someone has to do the thinking when drugs shut down my brain.
“So what? You’re in love with two people. As long as at least one of them is willing to put up with it, you’re safe, the master of ‘Sneakin’ Around.’”
“Well, that won’t be Jack. So, Swamp Boy is up for a ride through the cheating zone. And, don’t ever let me call him Swamp Boy again. We’s Tom & Huck, hillbilly brothers, makin’ babies with one another.”
“I’ll call Jack to let him know he’s in trouble.”
“Ya cain’t say that but do say I’m in trouble. See how he reacts, will ya?”
“Yer a trip, Tim.”
“Bye Jena, take care o’ the boy. Y’all’s all we got for romance. Yer truly blessed.”

I hang up. Only then do I notice Tommy in the kitchen listening to everything I said.
“Whatcha think ‘bouts that?” I ask him outright.
“That was ‘bout Jack, right?”
“Yeah. I gots ta ask ya to be my secret lover ‘til I deals with Jack. He’s locked away in a monastery in Switzerland. I feel sorry for him. I don’t feel sorry about us. If’n ya knows me at all, ya knows I kin love more that one person at a time. Just that Jack’s rich. It makes ‘im possessive. Yer persistent. I like that better. Ya knows I kin be mean as your big brother. Don’t be surprised when I has to be a mean lover.”
“Oh, Huck. I don’t care, long a ya’s loves me. That’s all that counts. But we’s havin’ so much fun. I jist wants to be maself, alright?” Tim 474
“Stop acting all competitive with Jack when we’s here havin’ fun. He’s a million miles away.”
“’Cept you’s telling that guy ta call Jack and warn ‘im.”
“Look. If he really cares about me, he’ll do something to show it. If’n he don’t, we’re home free. I do rilly love ya. Just give it a bit more time.”
“Life don’t needs ta be so complicated.” Tommy complains.
We go back upstairs to be with the twins. I tell Tommy to stop thinking about double-teaming them. “Watch out. They’s bowling jocks.”
We are still laughing when we reach the third floor.
The girls say nothing about us moving to the second floor. Lying in bed, in the middle of our ‘Waltons’ goodnight, Tommy cries out, “Who’s Mary Ellen?”
He slept the whole night in my arms, Tim 575 apparently satisfied with backseat sex. I guess I was as well, falling instantly asleep .

In the morning, the twins walk in on us, wrapped up with each other. My bedroom door had stayed open. They wake us by pretending to sniff for the aroma of teen spirit.
“Nothin’s in the air,” Angela pronounces. They then pull the covers off us to check for stray sex stains, leaving us lying there in our underwear.
“No evidence of evil sex acts. Y’all is still pure little boys,” their verdict is announced.
“Y’all wanna see how little my boy is here?” as I grab myself. tim-788
They scream and run out of the room. We pass morning inspection.

Tommy decides to go to school with us. The girls find him a bowling outfit to wear and work on his hair and zits. He loves it, but I won’t let them add mascara. I introduce him to all my teachers who are fine with his being in class. Since the only open seats are not next to mine, he just shares the desk with me – wide mid-western seats are ample enough for our skinny-boy asses. No one says a thing

Tuesday is the day of the Christmas Eve Assembly, which is held in place of afternoon classes. The English class is too excited for lunch, so we meet in the auditorium. Tommy has come to all my morning classes, easily introducing himself to anyone who will listen to his non-stop banter. ‘Gator and Noah are with the rest of English class, which distracts Tommy from his general socializing. They are whispering, away from the group.
“What’s up? I kin see yer all plannin’ sumthin.’”
“Oh, it’s a surprise,” ‘Gator answers, “ta git Tommy ta play a part.” Tim 409
I don’t want to know. I am working with the chorus, explaining with microphones they don’t need to sing as loud for the older kids as had been necessary with the screaming elementary school kids.

All our work is about to pay off. The sets are perfect replicas of the TV show’s sets, but just painted backdrops. The bus kids, those riding to school from farms around Ames, have gathered authentic farm memorabilia as props. Everyone is dressed in period costumes; even the chorus is in gingham. The twins dress me, in a ranch hand motif; I even have a kerchief around my neck and a ten gallon Stetson hat. My shirt looks like bowling attire except for the snap-on, pearl-white buttons. I’m a rhinestone cowboy. I walk out with my guitar. The chorus arranges itself behind me at the edge of the stage. We do ‘Jingle Bells,’ Tim 506

Laura Ingalls enters on Bunny/’Gator and Noah’s back. ‘Gator instantly starts acting up, biting Pa on the butt and pushing Nellie Oleson around, as she tries to say her lines. Noah is kicking up his heels.
Noah yells out, “Stop fartin’, Gator.” Tim 400
The auditorium laughs so hard the actors have to pause to deliver their lines. Once the first scene ends with everyone going off stage, Bunny appears with Tommy on his back. They trot across the stage and descend into the space before the front row. We’re into the second scene while Bunny is playing rodeo with Tommy, trying to buck him off his back. Tommy hangs on for dear life. They run up the aisle, encouraging  freshmen out of their seats to sit down in front. Tommy gets off Bunny and has the smaller kids line up for pony rides. ‘Gator does different stunts with each kid. Noah does his horse poop stunt several times. The kids pick it up and throw the fake poop around. Bunny stops this mayhem by corralling the hoodlums and bumping them away from the front of the stage. Noah keeps pooping, which only encourages the hoodlums more. Neil is running around with his shovel trying to keep up with the never-ending poop.

The play proceeds. Every time the Oleson’s store is the setting, Bunny with Tommy on his back, trots back on stage, harassing poor Nellie and her parents.
Finally we reach the Christmas gift scene, the finale climax. After Bunny makes his exit, nipping at Nellie, he and Tommy trot off and sit down with the kids in front of the stage. The freshman kids surround them. Tommy throws his arms around Bunny’s neck, which causes all the other kids to hang onto or just pile onto Bunny. ‘Gator shushes them as the Christmas star is placed on the tree. The kids sing along with the chorus on “Little Town of Bethlehem.” Christmas trumps Anarchy.

Or, so I thought, until three familiar looking guys march down the aisle.
“Where’s the rock n roll? Ya said you was putting on a show.” It is Michael, Robby and Hippie. I gulp. They came all the way to Iowa to be with me. I hear the crew behind the curtain moving two sets of drums and two amps on stage so we can play. Tommy jumps up and hangs onto me, his eyes wide with wonder that my band is going to play. I motion for Amy and Angie to join us at the mic. The lighting guy turns down the auditorium lights and puts a spotlight on Robby
Robby grabs a second mic. “I don’t know what this degenerate has been tellin’ y’all, tryin’ to be all country and that, but he’s a death rocker to the core. We’re his band, False Gods. On your knees and weep your pleas.”
Michael starts drum rolls to tell me we were doing our signature song. I hit the SG with riffs and rolls as Robby does the vocals. Tim 412

 

 

“Where others feared to tread,
they gave us up for dead,
memories linger eternally,
as Lucifer’s proud plea,
a world of our own,
on high a black throne,
sing to make them see,
happy for eternity

…we are False Gods, we are False Gods…

a world so meek and blind,
we laugh at all of mankind,
fools misunderstand,
we’re Satan’s band,
a world of endless flaws,
facades and miracles applause,
eulogized but despised,
shed your false disguise,
fall to your knees,
utter useless pleas,
cause

…we are False Gods, we are False Gods…

pray in foreign tongues,
shoot your useless guns,
sacrifice hallowed sheep,
shun cold, dark streets,

you’re just nasty fleas,

Set your minds at ease

…False Gods, False Gods…

we live eternally,
we hear your painful screams,
keep cold certainty,
know just what we mean
….We are False Gods, False Gods..

… False Gods”

Tommy and the girls join me on the “We are False…” backup vocals. I’m so proud of them, just jumping in without any hesitation. Their pure, high vocals inspire me to create ringing leads. Of course Tommy’s voice cracks, which I harmonize on the guitar with Hendrix-like leads. Robby looks over in amazement and glee. He throws himself on the stage floor, Tim 135 as I create a feedback loop that makes the amps sound like the apocalypse has happened.
One of the freshmen sitting with Bunny on the floor screams, scaring all the kids, who pile all over Bunny. Tommy jumps on top of them all, spurring Bunny to rise. Noah screams ‘hut.” And Gator rises from a grave of kids, with Tommy on his back. They ride up the right aisle and down the left, with the screaming kids chasing them. The older kids are frozen in their seats while Robby does his Mael prayer in tongues, flip-flopping on his back on the stage.
I instantly change to the Stooges’ ‘I wanna be your Dog,’ shouting “Iggy” to Michael and Hippie.

‘Gator, recognizing the song from the coffee shop fiasco, throws off Bunny’s outfit  and starts howling and barking, while thrashing around on the floor with Tommy. They actually listen to Robby’s lyrics, jump on stage, groveling at our feet. The freshmen are cowering against the side walls. Some of the older kids run out the back.
“Wait,” I cry. “Scared? This is my life in rock n roll hell. I found my aim is true in country.”
I mouth “Hillbilly Brothers – ‘Shine a light’ to the others. I signal the lighting guy to spotlight Tommy laying at my feet. I repeat the line ‘Angels beating all their wings in time.’ Jace comes down and raises Tommy to his feet, as I sing ‘Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now.’ I whisper snow angel to Tommy and he flaps his arms as we did when it first snowed.

“Angels beating all their wings in time,
With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes.
Whoa, thought I heard on sigh for you,
Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now.
May the good Lord shine a light on you,
Make every song you sing your favorite tune.
May the good Lord shine a light on you,”

Songwriters
KEITH RICHARDS, MICK JAGGER
Published by
Lyrics © Alfred

I next sing, ‘Shine Your Light,’ repeating the title line over and over, as Jace raises Tommy, flapping his arms like wings, above the stage. Bic lighters are lit all around the darkened auditorium.

“Shine Your light, Shine Your light, Shine Your light On me, Jesus.
You are the morning star, My precious one. Almighty guard You are, Great things You’ve done. Through all eternity, I give You praise. A bright new song I sing, Stand face to face.
Shine Your light, Shine Your light, Shine Your light On me, Jesus.
You are the great I am, The King of Kings. Red rock of ages, My urge to sing. Through all eternity, I will proclaim. You won the victory, I bless Your name.
Shine Your light, Shine Your light, Shine Your light On me, Jesus”Tim 486

Oslo Gospel Choir lyrics

Robby continues to writhe and squirm on the other side of the stage. As Tommy rises off the stage, all the Baptist kids drop to the floor, holy rolling and speaking in tongues. Robby leaps up, yells ‘Barefoot’ at me and attacks his drum kit.
I followed his lead into ‘Barefoot Boy’, with the girls and Tommy singing with me,

“Barefooted boy
Makes a stand
To take his joy
Going hand to hand

Flying out free
Branch to branch
Through the trees
Reckless chance.”

“Free to be
A monkey like me”

Robby jumps up from the drums and joins us to sing the chorus

“Ha ha ha
He he he
Haw haw haw
Chee chee chee”

Next he is off and running, jumping and swinging while making monkey moves Tim 111 at all the kids cowering in front of the stage. He takes the hands of one wide-eyed girl, doing the monkey dance with her. Other kids jump up and are dancing as well. Eventually we have them dancing in the aisles, as we switched to 60’s dance music.

Mrs. McCarthy comes out and takes the mic.
“Merry Christmas. There’s never been a Christmas Assembly like this one. Please thank all the players and crew for today’s performance.”
The English class runs back on stage to scattered applause.
“And for ‘Gator and Noah for being Bunny.”
A big cheer is yelled for ‘Gator, who tosses Tommy into the air.
“Finally, the Triplets, Amy, Andy & Angie, for making rock n’ roll be merry and bright, with the help of Andy’s bandmates, ‘The Hillbilly Brothers.’
I take the mic,“For everyone, over the holidays, be safe, be happy and be back in 1976. Happy Birthday, America.”

Just as we finish I see, running down the aisle, still bundled up against the cold in an anorak and fur hat.  It’s Jack.
“Am I too late?” he cries, throwing himself into my arms and locking his lips on mine. The noisy crowd is silenced, then explodes into “Ah, hah.” Outted at Christmas Assembly.
I ignore all the attention the kiss ignites. Tim 611
“We just finished,” I tell him. “The band’s first show since Skynyrd. It is a complete surprise for me. They just showed up. Just like you, now. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Michael called and told me I had to come. Like you, I ran away from my prison and flew straight to Iowa, thanks to BankAmericard. Where’s Swamp Boy,” he demands.
Tommy is sitting on ‘Gator’s shoulders. Both look stunned by this development.
“Get up here, you two. Meet Jack, my boyfriend.” I’ve forgotten to turn the mic off, proclaiming my sexuality to the entire school. I’m oblivious.
Tommy rushes up, with tears streaming down his cheeks. It’s his worst nightmare. ‘Gator looks confused for the first time since I’ve known him.
“Jack, this is ‘Gator, my best friend and the captain of the football and bowling teams. Tim 409And, this is Tommy, my little brother from last summer and now my boyfriend, too.” Tim 456
I couldn’t be more honest, but I know that how the chips will fall is beyond my control.
‘Gator takes the lead, pulling Jack into a friendly hug. “Well, welcome, Jack. Yer boyfriend here never tolds us. He sure knows how to shake things up here in Iowa. I never knowed. Maybe I should be jealous of y’all.” They both laugh.
Jack looks at the tearful, distressed Tommy. “Come here, Swamp Boy, you’re not the first person I’ve shared Tim with,” pulling him into the hug with all of us. Tim 356
“His name’s Andy now, but I calls ‘im Huck,” Tommy sniffs. “Ya kin call me Swamp Boy, but I prefers Alligator Killer.”
Everyone laughs.
The audience applauds, as if this is the final scene of the performance. I guess it really is. Hippie comes over to Tommy, “Ya done good, turning ol’ Tim inta a country music hero. Ya learns to sing proper, there’s a place fer ya in the band. I guess the new name is the Hillbilly Brothers. I kinda like it.” Tim 385
“Really?”
On that note, we all walk off the stage. The auditorium is buzzing from the performance, the antics, and my coming out.

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