A Coming Together of Friends

By DH Park

In part 1, a high school football star and his younger brother live through a period of verbal abuse from a demanding father that eventually results in both Tyler and Cody Wilkins moving to Savannah, Georgia, on college scholarships. Tyler struggles with the life of a second-string quarterback and a questionable future. Cody is more focused on his urban planning passion and guides his older brother through multiple difficult situations. Only when Cody begins to work terms with ABD & Associates in Jacksonville, Florida, does Tyler connect with Ben Jacobson. This eventually leads to a life-changing occurrence for Tyler. Two major tragedies strike Tyler and Cody as they build their lives and careers.

In part 2, life for Jason Anderson in Michigan takes an unexpected turn, leaving him on his own with his son, Andrew. Through a chance meeting with Cody Wilkins in Florida, Jason leaves his close friends, including best friends, Andy Newland and Josh Stinson, to relocate from Michigan to Florida. A tragic event sees Josh also relocates to Floridaa move that would change his life forever.

We find brothers and close friends coming to rely on each other for love and support. Growing lives and careers in Michigan, Savannah, Georgia, and Jacksonville, the one constant is a deep commitment to their friendship.

This is another heartwarming tale of the relationships of friends, emphasizing the need for us all to share our lives with others.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984515773

DH Park

As a human resources executive for over thirty years, the author brings an extensive background in working with and counseling people. The son of a newspaper journalist, Park grew up in a family where travel to the south was a regular occurrence. This continues today. Drawing from personal experiences, family and friends, the characters are closely aligned to people who have come into his life over the years. Park strives to bring warmth, caring, and the importance of interpersonal connections to his writing. His successful books My Lifelong Friends, A Family of Friends, A Partnership of Friends and A Coming Together of Friends have been well received with excellent on-line reviews. The author has lived most of his life in southwestern Ontario, close to the American border. His extensive travels have taken him throughout the world. Decades of travel in the southern USA have included exploring Georgia, the south’s low country and Florida. Park has spent a considerable amount of time in Savannah, leading to the setting of Sunrise in Savannah.

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Rev. date: 03/23/2018

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Contents

Part One

Chapter 1: A Brother – A Friend

Chapter 2: College days

Chapter 3

Chapter 4: New Connections

Chapter 5: New Friends

Chapter 6

Chapter 7: New Connections

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10: Tragic Days

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13: New Beginnings

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16: Tragedy Strikes Again

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20: More Connections - More Friends

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24: Cody’s New Life

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29: Tyler’s New Beginnings

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32: Tyler’s First Love

Chapter 33

Chapter 34: Settling Down

Chapter 35: Tyler and Sadie’s Wedding

Chapter 36: Four Years Later

Part Two

Chapter 37: Jason

Chapter 38: Difficult Times

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42: Making New Friends

Chapter 43: New Friendships Continue

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46: Changing Lives

Chapter 47

Chapter 48: Jason’s New Start

Chapter 49: A Farewell

Chapter 50: A New Life

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53: Josh’s Trying Times

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56: Josh – Moving On

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59: Josh - New Beginnings

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64: New Happiness

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67: Friendship’s Blending

Part Three

Chapter 68: A Coming Together of Friends

Chapter 69: Three Years Later

Part One

Chapter 1

A Brother – A Friend

Tyler and Cody

T yler Wilkins smiled as his team-mates patted him on the back before hoisting him into the air. The seventeen-year-old high school quarterback had just led his team to the district championship. It was a damp cool autumn Friday n ight.

Life was good. The team doused their coaches with Gatorade and headed to the locker room. Once showered and dressed Tyler went out to be greeted by his parents and younger brother Cody. His girlfriend Wendy stood with his family and kissed him on the cheek when he came over to receive their congratulations. A touchdown that he had run in from the twelve-yard line with forty seconds left in the game led to the victory.

Way to go son, his father Steve beamed as he patted Tyler on the back. "State finals are next. That’s going to be a real battle. Jefferson will be up against some pretty stiff competition.

We can handle it, Tyler replied in his typically cocky tone. Tonight, we celebrate. The team is heading to Benny’s. Don’t worry, I’ll be home by my midnight curfew.

Wendy and Tyler drove over in his mother’s Chevy Cruse. The old-fashioned diner was packed with the team, their girlfriends and student fans. Parents were expected to stay away.

True to his word, Tyler arrived home before midnight. He was riding a high. His father was sitting in the family room watching a television late show.

Did you have a good time? Steve asked. I’m assuming the place was packed.

It was great, Tyler replied. The lanky dark-haired youth smiled a broad grin. Coach bought burgers and shakes for everyone. Some of us danced. Now we need to get back to serious practice. We are watching videos tomorrow of some of our State competition. It’s going to be tough.

You can handle it, Steve replied. You’d better come through with a victory.

We will Dad, I’m heading to bed, Tyler responded. Good night.

Classes and school assignments took a back seat leading to the State championship.

Everyone loaded onto buses to go the big game. It was a tough fought match but the highly favored Warriors beat Jefferson.

Despite losing the final game, Tyler thought he had played well.

Hold your heads up high, Coach said to the very quiet post-game dressing room. Being the number two team in the entire state is pretty damned good. Be proud of yourselves. You went further than any team in the long proud history of our city’s football program.

The team bus stopped for an after-game meal at a pre-booked buffet restaurant that stayed open for them.

When they finally got back to the school, various parents had volunteered to drive players to their homes.

Tyler’s father came through to the kitchen, beer in hand, where he found Tyler was having a glass of milk before going to bed.

You must be disappointed, Steve gruffly said to Tyler. I sure as hell was. You didn’t play your A-game tonight son. I hope the scouts don’t downgrade you. You need a good college to get you to the NFL.

Tyler just stared at his father. Really? The loss was because I didn’t excel against the best defense in the State? Go to hell.

Tyler went straight to his room and shut the door. The brash seventeen-year-old star had tears streaming down his face. The night had been tough enough without the typical criticism from his Dad. Win and you were great. He was proud of you. Lose there were numerous put-downs and comments that you weren’t going to cut it in college.

Without knocking Steve walked into Tyler’s room. Don’t you ever tell me to go to hell, you ungrateful bastard. I’ve devoted my life to growing your football talent. I’ve driven hundreds of miles shuffling you to games and practices. I’ve put thousands of my hard-earned dollars into equipment, travel expenses, clinics and coaches for you. And tonight, you played like shit. Accept it.

With that Steve walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Tyler knew Steve had always tried to live a life of football success that he never had through Tyler.

Neither Tyler’s mother Marie or brother Cody came near. He knew Cody would hear it all. Although left alone somewhat, Cody’s life was like Tyler’s.

The next morning was frosty in the family kitchen at breakfast. When Tyler went through to get juice and a piece of toast, both parents were sitting at the table drinking coffee. Steve was reading the paper. Marie said good morning. Steve didn’t look up. Cody, in passing Tyler in the hallway having had breakfast said, Good luck with that.

Cody Wilkins was sixteen years old and had always been in the shadows of his older brother. He was quieter. He was a good athlete but there was little pressure on him to excel. Tyler was the focus of his Dad’s attention. Cody was an excellent soccer player. Steve barely noticed. Soccer wasn’t a high-profile sport like football at Jefferson. If Steve ever showed up to a game, he was highly critical of both Cody and the team. Tyler went to every one of his brother’s games.

After Tyler had toast and peanut butter in a silent kitchen he stopped at Cody’s room.

Busy? Tyler asked.

Come on in, Cody smiled. You survived that? How was it?

Fine, if you like eating in total silence, Tyler replied. At least high school football is over for me. Now I get to wait to see where I might end up.

You get to leave next year, Cody said. I have an extra year sentence. Wherever you end up it has to beat this place.

When we win, and I play well, Dad is a great guy, Tyler said. But man, when we lose, which granted hasn’t been often, it’s like I kicked him in the gut; like I’m the biggest loser; like I disappoint him so deeply. I think he re-lives his high school football days through me and pushes me to be what he never was when he was on the team.

I feel lucky he pretty much ignores me, Cody said. Especially when he has had a few beers. Then he really goes after you. Mom seems to hide at times. She seems afraid to say much to him to defend either of us.

If she ever speaks up he gets verbally abusive, Tyler replied. You must have heard him. He calls her stupid and various other crap things. I don’t blame her for keeping quiet.

Just then Steve banged on the door. Hey, you two useless louts, get the hell out there and mow the lawns and trim. Do a good job. It will probably be the last time this season.

Okay, Cody replied. He reached for a t-shirt and his Nikes. Better get at it football boy. He smiled at Tyler.

Fall passed. Spring arrived. Tyler had three scholarship offers. College recruiters had come to meet with Tyler and his parents. Steve was disappointed that none were from any of the nation’s top ranked football programs. His disappointment was evident to Tyler.

What are you going to do? Cody asked Tyler while they sat alone in the family room. The parents were out visiting friends.

I am thinking of accepting University of Savannah Georgia as it is the farthest away from here and they are building their football program, Tyler replied. No winter would be nice too.

Then I can come a visit, Cody smiled. I could sleep on the floor.

Easy there, bro, Tyler laughed. I have to decide soon. Dad won’t be impressed no matter where I go. He seemed to think Michigan or Ohio State would be fighting for me. I know I’m not that great in the big scheme of things.

Chapter 2

College days

G et that bum out of there, a drunken fan yelled towards the coach. Wilkins st inks.

College life had not been kind to Tyler Wilkins at USG. His father had been disappointed with Tyler’s choice of schools. Steve was very clear about that. There had been two other offers from colleges closer to home with better ranked football programs.

Tyler was convinced that by going to a lesser ranked college program he could truly shine as the star he thought he might be. He had been a hero throughout high school football.

During freshman year, he basically sat on the bench while a senior quarterback led the team. Tyler was convinced that by his second year he would be a starter. He worked hard and never missed a practice or voluntary workout.

During his second year, he got into only three games and only late in the fourth quarter when the team was either so far ahead they couldn’t lose, or so far behind they couldn’t win. He played decently but the starter was more experienced and was a better leader of the team.

Tyler’s family came down to Georgia twice for his first-year games and only once in second year. Steve had lost interest in his son’s disappointing football career. Now, in Tyler’s third year of college, only Cody came to his games.

Wilkins, get in here, the coach yelled. What the hell was that. That wasn’t the play I sent in. If you’re just winging it, you’ll sit on the bench the rest of the year. You aren’t good enough to read a defense and call your own plays. Get in there and run the play I gave you.

Tyler did as he was old. The play was executed well. They got a first down and Tyler managed to get the ball close enough for a game-winning field goal kick.

When he returned to the bench, the coach said, That’s better. Good play. Listen to me from now on or you are done. I would think by now you would know that. Understand?

Yes sir, Coach, Tyler replied.

After the game, a dejected Tyler came out of the locker room alone.

Let’s go and grab something to eat, Cody suggested. Good play at the end. You won. You can call Dad with the good news.

Dad couldn’t care less, Tyler replied. I’m a failure in his eyes. I was to be an NCAA star, sought after by scouts. Instead I am a mediocre quarterback for a small southern university. He’s written me off.

No, he hasn’t Tyler, Cody replied. It’s more his life than yours that disappoints him. He manages a paint store, he drinks way too much, he and Mom aren’t very happy and, basically, he’s a bully. He tried to make you into what he always wanted to be. A star, popular, wealthy and so forth. That’s a reflection of himself, not you. At least while you were home I was left alone. The last year was hell for me when you came here. Cody smiled Quit worrying about him. You need to worry about you, man.

When did you get so wise? Tyler asked. Are you sure we are related?

Cody had chosen to attend Savannah College of Art and Design in their Urban Design program on his soccer scholarship. He wanted to be near his brother and it was the best scholarship offered.

Cody was a solid player who had led his high school soccer team to a winning season. Steve never showed much interest. After a few beers, he declared soccer to be a sport for sucks.

Unlike Tyler, Cody was a straight A student. He won three small academic scholarships which also allowed him to attend the college of his choice. Steve and Marie did not have the resources for one, let alone two sons to go away to university. Cody had worked part-time and summers through high school at a local landscape firm.

Tyler stayed in residence for his first two years of university as Cody also did for his freshman year. Now they shared a small two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment half-way between each college. Cody relied on his bike or the bus to get to school. Tyler had an old Civic as transportation.

No adoring fans awaited Tyler’s departure. They walked across the parking lot to Tyler’s car and headed to Chili’s near Oglethorpe Mall. It was only five-thirty but being a Saturday, the restaurant was almost full. They were seated and ordered sweet tea.

How are your classes going? Cody asked. Are you doing any better?

I’m a solid C minus arts student, Tyler replied. You know you got the brains. I got the looks. He was grinning at his good-looking younger brother. I assume you are doing much better than that.

I’ll pass commenting on most of that, Cody smiled. I’m trying to maintain my straight A average like last year. With classes, studying, group assignments, soccer practices and games plus my part-time job at the Hyatt, I don’t have a lot of time for the finer things of life. You have a more active social life than me.

A lot of it relates to team activities and receptions, Tyler replied. I don’t have many good friends Cody. I don’t have much of a life right now. I’m lost. You have your head screwed on. I don’t. I’m not school smart. I know I won’t ever make pro football. I don’t know if I’ll even go on to fourth year.

Come on Tyler, Cody said. You are down after a disappointing day. Coach reamed you. Big deal. You played okay. The team won.

I know, Tyler replied, still looking dejected. I’m starving. Let’s order.

They ordered, and Cody continued to try to bolster his brother’s ego. You have a hot date tonight, don’t you? Aren’t you taking Sarah to that party?

Yah, Tyler replied. I don’t think I will know anyone there. It will be all her friends and I assume their boyfriends. But it will be good to get out and get my mind off football for a few hours.

Sunday morning Cody got up and realized that Tyler never came home. That was unusual, so Cody called Tyler’s cell phone. After six rings Tyler answered.

Cody asked, Where are you bro? It’s not like you to not come home at some point. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

There was a silent pause for a few seconds before Tyler answered. It appears that I’m still at the party. We got pretty drunk and I guess I fell asleep out here on the back deck. Sarah isn’t around but some of the others are either asleep out here or I can hear voices in the house. I will be home soon. Thanks for calling.

Tyler was wearing only a t-shirt and his shorts. He had no idea where his Adidas were. The guy in the chair beside him was still snoring. Tyler got up and went into the house. A young woman was standing with a mug of coffee when he entered the kitchen. Do you know where Sarah is? Tyler asked.

Yah, I think she is still in bed with Robby, the woman sheepishly answered. Sorry dude.

Well that’s just great, Tyler answered. As soon as I find my shoes I’m out of here. He managed to find them at the front door and headed to his car. He was home in fifteen minutes.

Tyler stormed into the apartment. He was angry and hung over. Cody took one look at Tyler and said nothing. Tyler went right to the shower and in fifteen minutes came through to the tiny kitchen as Cody was pouring a mug of coffee. Without saying a word Cody got out a second mug, poured coffee into it and handed it to Tyler.

Thanks bro, Tyler mumbled. My date was in bed with our first-string quarterback this morning. I had been surprised to see some of the guys at the party. No one in the locker room said anything about going there. Nice surprise. Shit I’m a loser.

I’d say you were the winner, Cody smiled. If after three dates you find Sarah in bed with a teammate, she’s not the girl for you. If you don’t quit calling yourself a loser I am literally going to drop you.

Tyler said little. He took his coffee to the living room and sat there. I have game review at eleven. If you drive me over, you can have the car if you want. We won’t be done until at least two o’clock.

Thanks, but I have to work eleven to three and would only have to pay to park downtown, Cody replied. Appreciate it though. I’m on front desk today so have to go get dressed.

Cody was tall and lanky, albeit muscular as soccer players tend to be. He had light brown hair and brown eyes. Tyler was a bit shorter and built like a typical football quarterback. He had darker brown hair than Cody and hazel eyes. Looking at them together it was apparent they were brothers.

Cody regularly wore white shirts and ties for his job. Tyler only owned one dress shirt and one tie.

Okay, Tyler responded. I guess I should call home and then head to the locker room. I am looking forward to my chat with dear old Dad.

I’m heading out, Cody said. Give them hugs and kisses from me.

Hey Dad, it’s me, Tyler said when Steve picked up the phone.

I see you won yesterday, Steve replied. Did you get into the game at all or sit on the bench?

I played most of the fourth quarter and ran the ball to where Benny kicked the game-winning field goal. I thought I played well, Tyler replied, trying not to deal with his father’s presumption he didn’t play.

I’m glad you got into the game, Steve responded. Maybe there is still hope you can start next season. You are away in Columbus next week I see.

Yah we are, Tyler replied, seemingly pleased that his Dad had even bothered to look that up. I hope we can make it three wins in a row. Are you going to get down to a game this year? There is only one home game left.

I don’t think so son, Steve replied. I can’t see trekking down that far for a three-hour game. Do you want to say hello to your mother?

Sure, if she is around, a disappointed Tyler answered. He thought to himself that his Dad would have been to every game if he had been playing in Division 1.

Hello dear, Marie said when she was handed the phone. How are you managing? Is everything okay? How is Cody doing?

I’m okay, Tyler answered unenthusiastically. We won yesterday, and I took the ball in close enough for the winning points. I think I played well. Cody is okay. He had to head off to work or I would have passed him on to you. Are you doing okay?

I’m fine, Marie answered, sounding like she didn’t mean it much. I still miss having my boys around. It is a bit lonely here these days. I’d better go. Your father is ready to go to church.

Bye Mom, Tyler said in a rather vacant tone. He hung up and sat there. One tear streamed down his left cheek. They could care less how I am doing, or whether I even bother to call them. It seems all I have done is disappoint them.

Tyler tossed on his sweats and headed to the stadium. After the team meeting, video reviews and light practice he headed home. When he got there Cody was still at work. He lay on his bed and studied for a while before falling asleep.

Hey bro, you alive? Cody yelled in to Tyler’s room. Tyler looked up to see his brother in white shirt and loosened tie holding his dress shoes.

Yah, what time is it? Tyler asked.

Just after four o’clock, Cody replied. When did you get home?

Tyler filled Cody in on his conversation with their parents and the time he spent at the stadium. Neither of them had lunch so Cody started spaghetti despite the early hour.

The football season ended. For Thanksgiving Cody and Tyler went out for dinner. Cody worked most of the weekend at the busy hotel.

They drove north to Ohio for Christmas in Tyler’s aging Honda. There was off and on-again snow but with two drivers they went straight through, arriving at ten o’clock at night on December twenty-third.

Marie was excited to have the family together for Christmas. She had baked all the boys’ favorites. Steve was in a decent mood and welcomed his sons home. They had not been all together since last Christmas.

Various aunts, uncles and cousins visited on Christmas Eve. Both sets of grandparents arrived Christmas Day for dinner.

On December twenty-sixth Cody and Tyler slept in until nine o’clock. Marie was depressed. Steve was hung-over from his excessive Christmas drinking. The joy of Christmas was over. The boys were leaving.

When Tyler came through in a t-shirt, sweat pants and bare feet, Steve looked up from the table where he had been staring into his coffee mug.

Glad you got all dressed up for us, Steve caustically commented. Tyler looked at his Dad, said nothing and went back to his room. It wasn’t worth arguing. They were leaving later.

Why did you have to say that? Marie asked her husband. Why do you always seem to be down on Tyler?

Shut your mouth, Steve started. He looked like a God-damned bum. He could have gotten dressed for you. You’ve always been too soft on both of them.

I’m tired of shutting my mouth, Marie replied. I dread them leaving and going back to life alone with you.

Then get out, Steven calmly replied.

Just then Cody came out. He heard the conversation and wished he could leave now. Tyler had warned Cody and he pulled on his jeans, blue sweater and socks before going through. He had not expected to hear the conversation that was going on.

Should I leave? Cody asked.

No, sit, have breakfast, Steve replied. Your mother is bitching again about her life with me. So, I told her to leave if she wanted to. I could care less.

I’m not giving you the satisfaction, Marie answered. Why should I give up my home and leave? Why don’t you get the hell out?

Come on folks, Cody said. "It’s still Christmas time. Can’t you pretend to like each other while we are here?’

Just then Tyler came back out wearing a shirt, jeans and socks. You guys don’t make it easy to be here. At least for the past two days there have been enough relatives and friends around to create a festive mood. Is this what it is like every day when you are alone?

Yes, Marie answered. We argue every day. Your father drinks too much every day. I hate coming home from work. Thank God for my co-workers at the bank. It is such a good place to be all day, it keeps me sane.

And I’m the evil bastard at home? Steve replied. You are the reason I drink. You and these two useless sons who have accomplished nothing in their lives so far. Our football hero who sits on the bench and our intellectual son who is going to plan the new tracts of houses or whatever the hell he plans to do. At least they aren’t costing me money anymore.

Oh, Steve for God sakes how can you say that about the boys? Marie gasped. I am so proud of both of them.

Tyler looked at Cody and in unison they said, We’re out of here. Sorry Mom. With that they stood up and went to their rooms to pack up to leave for Georgia.

Marie went down the hall in tears. Please don’t go like this. It has been such a nice time with you here.

Sorry Mom, Cody said. We were going to go this afternoon anyway. Dad doesn’t want us here. I love you, but I don’t feel like this is home anymore. Tyler and I have each other and you are always welcome to come visit us.

I agree, Tyler said. I don’t want to spend any more time here. I seem to have been nothing but a disappointment to Dad since high school. He has no interest in my football career or my life now. I will always love you, but we need to go.

Within twenty minutes they loaded the car and said good-bye to their mother.

Thanks for the gifts and for the great Christmas dinner, Cody said. It was nice to see the family again. You take care of yourself. We will call you when we get home.

Thanks Mom, Tyler said. He kissed her on the cheek and they headed out.

What do you think will happen there? Cody asked as they drove down the interstate.

I hope they split up, Tyler replied. Neither of them is happy. Mom is weak but seemed to finally have stood up to him today. I would assume she makes enough at the bank to be able to afford to live. If they divorced she would get half the value of the house at least. I assume it is paid for, but who knows for sure.

That was the first time Dad ever said I was a disappointment, Cody said. That hurt.

I’m used to it, Tyler smiled. He knows damn well you will be successful and make tons of money. He’s just jealous.

Thanks bro, Cody said. We really have impressed him, haven’t we?

Whatever, Tyler said. Don’t lose sleep over what he says or thinks. He’s never done anything for you, ever. At least with me he chauffeured me to games and paid for travel and equipment. He never did that for you.

They passed through central Cincinnati on quiet post-holiday freeways. It was only one o’clock. How be we only go to maybe Knoxville or Chattanooga and find a cheap motel instead of driving straight through? We are both off for almost a week.

Sounds good to me, Cody smiled. I am working New Year’s Eve and Day but have a few days free.

They drove through light snow from Kentucky into the rugged north Tennessee landscape.

Let’s at least get through the mountains before we think about stopping, Cody said. It’s four o’clock. Knoxville would be a good place to stop.

By five-thirty they pulled off the highway on the far western edge of Knoxville and pulled into a decent budget inn for the night. Once into their room they both pulled off their sneakers and flopped onto their beds.

Cody had done most of the driving and fell into a deep sleep. It was almost seven when Tyler shook Cody. Wake up asshole, I’m hungry, Tyler laughed.

They walked next door to a barbecue restaurant chain. It wasn’t busy. Most people were still eating leftover turkey with families.

I have a sinking feeling I will never be in our childhood home again, Tyler said.

Funny, I have been thinking that too, Cody replied. We had decent times there you know. Mom and Dad seemed happy when we were kids and until you got serious with football, things seemed okay. Then Dad changed. I think he really did see you as his meal ticket to a better life. I agree with you now.

I’ve told you that for some time, Tyler replied. Once it was apparent that wasn’t going to happen I became the biggest disappointment of his life.

Dad is Dad’s biggest disappointment, Cody replied. He just saw you as a ticket out of a life he hates.

Chapter 3

W hen they left the next morning, it was sunny and cold. Neither said much. Tyler drove as they passed Chattanooga and went around Atl anta.

After lunch in Macon, Cody drove the rest of the way to Savannah. After they unpacked, Cody called his mother to let her know they were home safely. To Cody it was clear she had been crying.

What’s wrong Mom? Cody asked. Are you okay?

After you left, your father took the Christmas tree and all my decorations and threw them out by the curb, Marie said. He said he was finished with Christmas bullshit. I went out and tried to rescue some of my decorations and he locked me out. I hadn’t taken my keys, so it took all day for your Uncle James to convince him to open the door. I’m at their place now. I don’t know what I am going to do.

Get the hell away from him, Cody replied. Leave him Mom, please. I’m afraid he will hurt you.

I think this may have done it, Marie replied. James has set up a meeting tomorrow with a lawyer he knows.

Please keep us posted, Cody replied. We love you. Be strong.

Cody filled Tyler in on the entire conversation. That son of a bitch, Tyler replied. I hope this time she has the strength to make a move. He should get the hell out of the house, but I doubt that will happen unless he is forced to sell it in a divorce settlement. Thank God we haven’t relied on him for money.

Or for being a real father recently, Cody tried to smile.

Both Cody and Tyler tried to do some studying during the break. Tyler spent time at school in the fitness center keeping in shape. He was uncertain whether he would be back on the football team next season or not. He could choose to graduate with a three-year bachelor’s degree. That might be the only option if he was not going to play football as there would be no scholarship funds.

Cody went to work at the front desk of the Hyatt all day New Year’s Eve and all day New Year’s Day. The hotel was fully booked. His personality was well-suited for the hospitality industry. He was easy-going and always going the extra step to please guests. He handled stress well and dealt with the most demanding customers professionally and politely. He stayed overnight with his friend Sean who lived downtown near the hotel and school. He was off work at nine o’clock and they went down by the river and celebrated the New Year at midnight.

The weather was cool but pleasant when he returned home at four-thirty New Year’s Day. Tyler was watching football on television along with a friend and teammate Bryan.

Hey man, you are grossly over-dressed, Tyler smiled as Cody came in wearing his white shirt and tie. He quickly pulled off his shoes and loosened the tie.

How many six-packs have you guys had over the past twenty-four hours? Cody laughed. Both Tyler and Bryan looked to be feeling no pain.

Hey, we’re both twenty-one, Tyler grinned. You aren’t so you can’t have any. We’ve been pretty good. Bryan and I watched games last night and had three beers each over the night. Bryan fell asleep on the sofa and stayed over. This is only my second beer today. Neither of us made it much past midnight. How did you make out?"

Let me go shed clothes and I will tell you about my less than exciting time with Sean, Cody replied. He returned in a few minutes in a green t-shirt and jeans and grabbed a beer. We went down by the river and watched fireworks at midnight then grabbed milkshakes and burgers and were back to his place by one. I went to bed on his sofa and got up at eight to get to work for eight forty-five. Exciting life I lead.

You’re making money, Bryan said. Better than either of us.

They ordered a pizza and Bryan left at seven o’clock. At eight o’clock Tyler’s phone rang.

Oh my God, Tyler exclaimed. Cody heard him and went through to Tyler’s bedroom. Tyler was sitting on the bed, red-faced. What should we do? Just second, Cody just came in.

It’s Uncle James, Tyler said. Dad hit Mom. Hard. She went to hospital with a broken arm from when she fell. She had returned home but is at James and Helen’s house now. Dad’s in jail now charged with assault. Cody was in shock. Tyler went back to the phone. Okay please, Tyler said. Put her on and I will put the speaker on so Cody can hear.

Marie came on the line. I’m sorry to have to have you involved, but you needed to know.

Of course we need to know, Cody replied, sounding exasperated. How are you feeling? Do you want one of us or both of us to come home?

I am on some pain killers and the arm was fractured, not broken, Marie replied. I feel stupid for falling after he hit me. I feel angry at Steve. He was drunk as usual. I am leaving him immediately. James is bailing him out and he can go to the house. I am filing for divorce this week and when I go to get my things, James and Robert are coming with me. We will insist Steve not be there. There is no need for you two to come back here. I will call you every day until things are settled. I love you boys.

We both love you too, Tyler said.

Please let us know anything at all we can do, Cody asked. We will keep in touch daily.

They chatted for another ten minutes before ending the call.

Cody just sat on Tyler’s bed, staring into space.

I was worried something like this would happen, Tyler said. With his anger and drinking plus the conversations we heard at Christmas, this is not unexpected. I hope they jail the bastard.

I still feel we should be there, but I can’t afford the time from school or the expense right now, Cody said. I hope she meant what she said. At least her relatives are there for her. I think I will call Uncle James tomorrow and talk to him about it again.

The school term resumed. Cody and Tyler talked to their Mom and uncles almost daily. Marie had filed for divorce by mid-January and found a small apartment near work. The move of her things, including a substantial amount of furniture, went smoothly. James ensured Steve was at work when they did it.

Steve spent two days in jail before being fined and ordered to keep his distance from Marie. It was his first offense of any kind and the judge was rather lenient. Go near her again and he would be behind bars.

Tyler knew by the end of the term that he would not be starting quarterback next season. He didn’t know what else to do except to go back to school in late August and be second string. He wasn’t qualified to do much if he sought a job. He wasn’t famous enough to get any type of sports or marketing job related to football. At best, he saw himself working in a sporting goods box store. He talked to counselors and to Cody about it for two weeks before making the decision to return. His scholarship would remain intact. Coach assured him there was no doubt he would be a valuable team member but would remain as the backup quarterback.

Dad would be so impressed, wouldn’t he? Tyler said to, as much as asked Cody.

Why the hell do you care what that son of a bitch thinks? Cody asked. Why does that matter so much to you Ty? You are a part of a good team. You have friends, an apartment, and, you have me! Cody was smiling.

I know, Tyler replied. You are one hundred percent right. I have sought his approval since I was about eight years old and got serious about football. I do have a lot of things going for me. And Cody, I need you a lot. You’re always there for me. I love you bro.

Cody just looked at Tyler. You have never said that to me in your entire life. Thank you. I feel the same. Let’s focus next year on building you a career. Maybe we can find you a part-time job after football season that will help you focus on what you want to do.

I need all the help I can get that way, Tyler smiled. I imagine Career Services at school will help too. Football isn’t going to pay the bills.

April brought the winding down of another school year. Cody had landed a summer job in Jacksonville with an architectural consulting firm. His two years of urban planning led him to be successful in landing the posting he saw at the school. He hoped to find somewhere cheap to stay for the three months.

Marie called weekly and was much happier on her own. The divorce had taken four months of back and forth negotiating between lawyers dividing assets including the equity in the house and retirement funds that Marie and Steve had put away. Neither Tyler nor Cody had ever heard from their father again after he had been in jail. Neither boys cared. Now Marie was in a small apartment and independent.

Tyler was keeping their apartment and had found a summer job working construction for a local home builder. It would help maintain his fitness level for football and paid well. The previous summer Cody had worked with the same firm and moved from residence into the apartment he and Tyler had rented.

I need to find a clunker car, at least for the summer, Cody said to Tyler. I have to get to Jacksonville and will need to get to work every day when there. I don’t think there is much transit out that way.

I’d let you take mine, but I don’t want to be that grounded for three months, Tyler replied. How much can you spend?

No more than a couple of grand, Cody said. I’ll have to get insurance and that will cost me a fortune.

Take my car, Tyler said. I will ride your bike and bum rides. We have the bus at the door too. I’ll manage. There is no point buying a car that you really have no use for once school starts again.

I can’t let you do that Ty, Cody said. That’s too much to ask of you.

Save your money, Tyler said. You’ll just owe me big time.

Chapter 4

New Connections

Cody – Tyler – Patrick – Ben

T he two of them drove to Jacksonville to look at potential places for Cody to rent. The cheapest was a low-end studio-type motel room near where his Baymeadows office would be located. His future boss, Patrick Armstrong, knowing they were coming down, had invited them to lunch and a tour of the office. They dressed up more than they would have if just looking at hou sing.

They met Patrick at Gator’s Dockside at noon. Tyler had never met Patrick before. Cody had been interviewed in Savannah and had not visited the office yet. When they went in, Patrick was standing in the reception area.

Cody, good to see you, Patrick grinned.

I hope we didn’t keep you waiting, Cody replied. This is my brother Tyler.

No, I just came in, Patrick said. Nice to meet you Tyler.

They were seated, and Patrick ordered a beer. Tyler was legally able to drink but ordered a Diet Coke with Cody.

How did the search for housing go? Patrick asked Cody.

Not great, Cody replied. I wanted to stay out this way to be near work but all I can find is a pretty mediocre motel efficiency across the street which is billed as a studio apartment. I can’t afford anything better.

I have something that may be of interest, Patrick said. We bring in two co-op students each term and housing is always an issue if they don’t live in Jacksonville. As a result, we bought two small studio apartments across the way from our offices and lease them out cheaply to the students. We only have one co-op student now who is from Georgia Tech. If you want the other unit, it’s yours. I can show it to you after lunch. I’ve talked to my partners and they are okay with you taking it if you want to.

Really? Cody exclaimed. Geez that would be so great.

It’s very small, Patrick laughed. We’ll go look at it.

They talked about the job Patrick was going to do for them helping his partner Connor Dickinson in planning a new residential development. It would allow Cody to broaden his experience in architectural design as well as directly relate to his urban planning major.

Then Patrick turned to Tyler. Tell me about yourself Tyler. I understand from Cody that you are a football star.

I used to be I guess, Tyler replied, looking serious. In high school I was the star quarterback. We went to State finals and lost the championship game. In college, I have sat on the bench more than played. Cody is going to try to help me refocus on some sort of career away from football.

What are you doing this summer? Patrick asked. Cody was impressed that Patrick seemed to sincerely be interested in his brother’s life.

I am going back to work for a construction company in Savannah. I worked for them last summer and they rehired me for this year. The trouble is, the work is off and on and some weeks I only work two or three days. It keeps me in shape anyway.

What type of construction? Patrick asked.

Small commercial plazas mostly, Tyler replied. I subbed out to another firm last year and helped build some houses out near Tybee Island.

Patrick looked at Tyler and said, One of our minority partners, Ben Jacobson, has moved into renovating historic properties in Savannah. He and I used to work for a huge development firm, but Ben has gone off on his own restoring homes and offering consulting services. I know he has a hell of a time finding reliable workers for the home reno and restoration side of things and he is busy right now. Any chance you would be interested in talking to him? I know it would be full-time plus probably overtime, with no days of not working.

Geez yes, Tyler smiled. You don’t even know me, yet would do that for me?

I have always been a good judge of character, Patrick smiled. And hell, if you screw up, I can fire your little brother. He was laughing. Let me see if Ben is busy. Patrick called Ben from the table.

Good morning to you too, Patrick said to Ben. How would you like to talk to a strong college football star needing a solid summer job? He goes to USG there and he has construction experience. We have hired his younger brother to work for us this summer. I’m having lunch with them right now. Will do. Talk to you soon. He hung up.

Ben said to call him when you get back today and maybe you can get together and talk tomorrow. I will give you his personal cell number."

Thank you so much, Tyler said. I am so appreciative.

Not a problem. Let’s go look at the apartment first, then I will give you an office tour, Patrick said.

They drove the short distance with Tyler following Patrick’s car. The apartment was in a relatively new complex and was on the second floor of a two-story walk up.

Patrick unlocked the door and they entered a small foyer area. It was basically one large room. There was a small kitchen area with breakfast bar to the left and a standard bathroom on the right. The main room was bright and nicely furnished. A queen-sized bed and dresser were on the right side with a partial wall, a five-foot divider, separating it from a living room area that had a sofa, one easy chair and a flat screen TV. Outside was a small screened in balcony equipped with a barbecue and two lawn chairs.

What do you think? Patrick asked. It is small but clean and modern.

It’s fantastic, Cody beamed. I’ve never had my own place. I’d love to stay here.

We usually charge our students a hundred dollars a week, basically to cover our operating costs and condo fees, Patrick said. It would come off your pay check automatically.

Really? Cody exclaimed. That’s half of what the places we looked at were asking.

You will be rich and can support me next term little bother, Tyler laughed.

They toured the offices and Cody met the staff as well as Patrick’s partners Matt and Connor.

We will see you in two weeks, Patrick said as he bid the duo farewell.

On the drive home, Cody had trouble containing his enthusiasm.

Can you believe this day? What a great apartment. Everyone at the office seemed so friendly, Cody said. And maybe a job for you that is be better than what you have.

Tyler drove and said nothing. He had a smile on his face listening to Cody.

You haven’t said anything, Cody finally commented.

And when the hell would I have been able to get a word in? You haven’t shut up since we left Jacksonville, Tyler laughed. I’ve never seen you this happy. I’m proud of you. I imagine there was a lot of competition for that job. And you landed it. As for Patrick linking me to Ben, that is just fantastic. I will call him as soon as we get home.

Cody sat for a second before answering. Thanks Ty. I appreciate that. I am happy and excited for both of us. I want to call Mom when we get home and tell her about the day and the apartment.

She is really proud of you, you know, Tyler commented. I know she worries about me a lot more than you. You are so focused. I’m a bit of a disaster. Maybe a solid summer job will help me get ahead in life.

Like hell you are a disaster, Cody commented. You need to shift your focus from football to something that will challenge you and make you bundles of money. We will work on that, okay?

Thanks bro, Tyler said. I will really miss you this summer.

I’m thinking, given the apartment’s location, you should keep your car, Cody said. I will be what, two thousand feet from my door to the office. I can bum rides when I need to. Maybe the co-op student living next door will become my friend and he or she may have a car. Then you could drive down some weekends and stay with me.

We have a couple of weeks to think that through, Tyler replied.

When they got home, Cody called Marie and babbled excitedly to his mother. The thought never crossed his mind to try to contact his father.

Tyler called Ben and they met the next morning. Tyler dug out his safety boots and headed to the job at one of Ben’s downtown restorations first thing Monday morning. Ben had been impressed with Tyler and hired him on the spot for five dollars an hour more than he would have been making. Tyler called the other company and told them something else had come up.

Cody started to pack up the things he would take with him to Jacksonville.

Chapter 5

New Friends

Tyler – Ben - Cody – Eric - Patrick – Connor - Matt

T yler kept his car in Savannah after driving Cody to his new Jacksonville home. Tyler now needed it more than Cody, given long hours and varied work sites. They managed to take Cody’s bike with them.

Cody unpacked most of his belongings. It was three o’clock on Sunday afternoon. Tyler had stopped at Publix on the way, so Cody had some basic groceries to survive. He was restless; excited about starting work; happy about life in general now.

Cody got a Diet Coke and went out to sit on his small shady balcony. He just sat down when he heard a voice say, Hi there, are you the new AB&D student?

Cody looked to his right and about ten feet away a young man stood there holding a beer and smiling.

Yah, that be me, Cody laughed in response.

I’m Eric McNeil. Come on over if you aren’t busy.

Sure, be right over, Cody replied. He took his can of Coke with him, locked his door and knocked on Eric’s door.

I’m Cody Wilkins, he said as he shook Eric’s hand. The apartment was a mirror image of his own.

Can I exchange the soda for a beer? Eric smiled.

Sure, Cody replied. That would be great. I am twenty-one now.

Well I’m twenty-two, Eric replied. Want to sit outside? They went out on a balcony identical to Cody’s.

They instantly liked each other. Eric was a co-op Architecture student from Georgia Tech. They filled each other in on their lives and backgrounds. It was Eric’s second work term back at AB&D.

Thank God you’re here, Eric said. I don’t know anyone in Jacksonville except people at work and they are mostly all married with kids. Last term your place had a co-op student from USF staying there. She was engaged, and her fiancé was here off and on. We didn’t really get along very well; nothing nasty; we had little in common and basically ignored each other. I hope you and I can become friends.

I think that is very likely, Cody smiled. I was afraid I would be alone all summer except if my brother came down to visit the odd weekend.

Do you have a car? Eric asked. I don’t see one in your parking spot.

Nope, Cody answered. My brother drove me here. We brought my bike down and I figured it was easy to walk across to work and take buses if I needed to. I might have been able to afford a clunker, but the insurance would have killed me.

I understand, Eric replied. I have made good money working and my parents have helped out. Living at home for the first two school terms helped a lot. I have a non-sexy, practical, four-year-old Corolla.

What is around here? Cody asked.

There is a great gym down a bit and Winn-Dixie for groceries. Chili’s is next door; a Thai place and an Indian restaurant are located across the street. Lots around here really.

Great. I should get going and finish unpacking my stuff, Cody said after a while. This may sound pushy, but do you want to grab something to eat later?

Eric smiled. I was going ask you that same thing. Sure. How about we walk across to Chili’s at maybe six o’clock?

That sounds great, Cody replied. They exchanged cell and email info and Cody headed back. He unpacked and lay on the bed for a nap. At five-thirty he got up and had a shower before dinner.

Chili’s was busy. The two new friends talked comfortably about their lives and families. Before they split for the evening Cody asked, What does everyone wear to work? I am assuming no ties.

Eric just laughed. It’s pretty informal. The only time the partners wear ties is when someone important is coming in. I’d say no shorts and no jeans. Pants, shirt and shoes are usually required.

Cody went home and called Tyler, telling him about his new friend and co-worker and their dinner out.

I just got home a while ago, tired and hungry after dumping my kid brother who calls and says how much fun he had after I left! Tyler laughed. Thanks bro.

Poor little Tyler, Cody replied. What are you working on tomorrow?

Ben has me working at a big house on Forsyth Park, Tyler replied. A total gut job. Demolition is done, now we start to build. I should be there at least three to four weeks. Ben has a great hand-selected team. We are working well together. They ask my opinion on stuff. I really like going to work.

That’s great to hear, Cody said. We are both going to have good summers by the sound of it.

Cody called his mother before watching TV and heading