Revenge of the Mother: Billy: A Gay Love Story, #2

By Tmothy Lee

Billy Butler and his partner, Abraham, are living the gay dream. Their relationship is frozen in stone, defrosted in harmony, and baked in bliss (with a touch of basil), or so it would seem. Bliss, however, is not shining any light on Billy's sister. Mirna, in a bid to find herself a husband-on-the-hoof, seems to be going through boyfriend potential like water and this does not sit well for the woman. On a darker note, the siblings' mother is on the warpath to rid Billy of his sinful, evil, homo-loving ways and she is proving to be a royal pain in the tuckus to both Billy and Mirna. Hospital visits, Abraham's nephew and brother, Kato and Clarence respectively, and a whole slew of missteps make for a race to the finish for for all concerned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tmothy Lee
• Release date: Sep 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223079149

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Revenge of the Mother

Billy: A Gay Love Story

By

Timothy Lee

Revenge of the Mother

Copyright 2002 Timothy Lee

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Table of Contents

Errol

Firefly Lagoon

Manny Returns

Celebration of Life

Revenge of the Mother

Kato

An Ugly Truth

FAB (Faggots Against Bigots)

If You Like Donkey

An Ending – A Beginning

Flowers of the Past

Dinner with Manny

A Time of Decision

Mystery Solved

Wei Chen

100% Proof Refreshment

Dinner and a Show

A Poke in the Stomach

Turkey, Arugula and Evan

About the Author

Errol

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Billy again dunked the pan into the hot soapy water, grumbling over its refusal to come clean. Admittedly, he had burned a steak in this particular pan earlier and was now paying the price for his having assumed that he had time to run to the bathroom while the meat sizzled away. Consequently the burned meat on the bottom of the pan was just plain obstinate and seemingly existed only to infuriate him. Attempting another pass with the steel wool pad that had already begun to fray against his continued abuse, Billy leaned into it and poured on more elbow grease.

Sadly, this exertion proved just as ineffective as those of the past two minutes. The pan would have to be trashed, which was unfortunate because it was one of his more expensive pieces of cookware. In exasperation he dropped both the pan and the steel wool pad in the soupy water and closed his eyes lest his frustration cause them to pop right out of their sockets. At that point he heard the doorbell rang.

Figures, he mumbled, although admitting that he needed to take a break from this aggravation. Drying his hands on a nearby towel he headed toward the hallway, again hearing the doorbell. Patience, Oh Great Annoying One, he proclaimed as he rounded the corner and tromped unnecessarily over to the door. Unbolting a couple locks he tugged it open to discover his sister, Mirna, standing before him.

Mirna!

Billy! she mocked him. I’m proud of you, those memory courses have really paid off well.

Funny, he said disinterestedly.

The slender woman was looking rather seasonal in her white shorts and blue print tee. Her long brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders like an amazing waterfall. Being two years Billy’s senior, Mirna often acted like the younger of the two siblings in her sarcasm at times and by her remark Billy determined this to be one of those instances.

Well, now that we know who we are, we’re coming in, she declared. Reaching to her right she pulled a man into sight who had thus far been hidden from Billy’s view. She then Pushed her brother aside and stalked past with the unidentified male friend obediently in tow. Billy, she said, pausing briefly to handle the introductions, this is Errol. Errol, my brother, Billy. I warned you about him.

Struck by this remark, Billy frowned as he asked, Warned him about what?

About what a disappointment you are to the family.

Oh, real nice, Billy moaned. So, did you come over here just to insult me?

Of course not, Billy. I came here so you could meet Errol. Insulting you was just a bonus, actually.

Errol, appearing to be somewhat confused, looked to be around Mirna’s age and was definitely more than a few inches taller than both she and Billy. He was clean shaven, had short cropped blonde hair and was clad casually in a leisure suit that hung loosely on his thin frame. He extended a hand for Billy to shake.

Are, uh, you alone? Mirna asked her brother in a cautious tone that aroused Billy’s suspicions.

Yeah, why?

Just wondering if my other... Are you going to be hospitable or just stand there like a baboon?

Oh, sorry, Billy muttered in embarrassment. Closing the door he then ushered them into his living room and in an apologetic voice said, Have a seat. Can I get you anything?

I would kill for a Coke, she told him. Errol?

Oh, nothing for me, thanks, he said with a smile and settled into one of the dark brown leather chairs set before the couch.

Billy, come help me, Mirna instructed in a sweet voice that seemed to be hiding a modicum of treachery as she then headed toward the hallway.

Loyally, Billy made his apologies to Errol for leaving and then faithfully followed his sister with a few questions poised on his lips as to the mystery man’s identity, his relationship to Mirna and his proposed function.

Doing dishes, huh? Mirna observed vocally while withdrawing a soft drink can from the fridge. How exciting.

Yeah, well, domesticity has its drawbacks, he answered, a suspicious eye upon his sister. So, what’s with the man candy out there? What’s going on?

Going on? she asked innocently while popping open the can with one hand and closing the refrigerator door with her foot. What makes you think something’s going on? I brought Errol here to meet you. Leave it to you to suspect an ulterior motive in something that...

You don’t have to go ballistic, he said defensively, interrupting. I was just asking what was going on. He then paused a moment to stare into his sister’s eyes in an attempt to read any hidden message behind them. But since you’re acting all strange I’d say that, yeah, more is going on than you’re letting on. Why’d you ask if I was alone?

"Probably because I didn’t see Abraham here. Duh. And I’m not acting strange," she declared, quickly averting her eyes.

This avoidance was all the verification of Mirna’s complicity that Billy needed, giving him the green light to pursue and conquer. I know you, Mirna, and every time you refuse to look me in the eye I can guarantee you’re either up to, or hiding, something. So what’s with the guy out there?

Errol, she corrected.

Billy frowned. I know his name.

Shit, you’re in a mood today, little brother. Take a chill-pill and get over it.

Yeah, yeah, whatever, he said impatiently, knowing of her ability to turn things on their head and confuse issues. You two playing submarine yet? he then asked in a lowered tone while feeling the mental horns growing out of his head.

Goddamn it, Billy. Why you’d want to take a joyous occasion like meeting somebody I’m interested in and cheapen it is beyond me. We’re just friends.

This statement made Billy question himself as to whether or not he had misread the signals. While he continued to sense that she was not being entirely honest with him there also seemed a genuine sincerity in her tone. Okay, okay, sorry. Geez.

That’s better, Mirna gloated. She then eyed the handle sticking up out of the bubbles in the sink, and giving the air a quick sniff, declared, Can’t get the pan clean, huh?

Billy had long ago given up trying to figure out how his sister could know about practically any unspoken event or situation with little or no clues. She seemed to have an eerie sixth sense when it came to things, especially things involving her brother, and although having grown accustomed to it Billy still often found it (and her) disturbing. Yeah, he admitted.

Burned your dinner, I’m guessing, she said, then noting his surprised look, added, I smelled it when I came in. With this, Mirna headed directly to the sink and dipped her hands into the soapy water, retrieving the pan.

Mirna, I’ll take care of that, Billy told her. We need to get back to your fling-du-jour, out there.

He’ll keep fresh for a couple minutes longer, she said. Having retrieved the steel wool pad from the bottom of the sink, she began to scrub the pan.

So, how’d you two meet? Billy asked, approaching the counter and leaning his hip against it while simultaneously folding his arms over his chest.

Computer dating thing.

I didn’t know you were doing that.

There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, little brother, she said with a smile.

I doubt that. So, is he hot stuff?

I told you there’s nothing else going on. We just met a week ago. Get your filthy mind out of the gutter.

Billy smiled. Mirna, you’re forgetting that everything I learned about the gutter is because of you.

Her grin broadened at the truth behind this statement. Oh, shut up. With this declaration she then rinsed the pan off with clear water and placed it in the strainer.

Billy, now unable to believe his eyes, looked first to his sister, then the upside-down pot. It was absolutely impossible that she had cleaned that which would not allow itself to be cleaned, and with such minimal effort, no less. Disbelieving her having accomplished such a miracle, he grabbed the pan and inspected it. Sure enough, it was spotless. How the hell did you do that so fast? he asked, placing the pan back down. I’ve been scrubbing the thing forever and the burned-on food wouldn’t come off.

Eh, it just needed a woman’s touch, Mirna said loftily while drying her hands on a nearby towel.

You never cease to amaze me, he admitted.

Yeah, I am pretty wonderful.

To this remark Billy cast her a frown. Well, I wouldn’t go that far. So, anyway, getting back to Errol.

Yeah, I... she began before Billy cut her off.

So, no submarine?

This time it was Mirna who frowned. No.

’Pickle in the sandwich’?

No, we haven’t played ‘Pickle in the sandwich’, she demanded, mocking him.

’Stuff the sausage’?

Billy, she growled softly so as not to be heard in the other room, I swear, you’ve got to be the most annoying thing this side of the planet.

Oh, I get it. He’s celibate, Billy teased.

He, dear brother, is a gentleman.

"Yeah? Well, if he’s a gentleman why’s he hanging out with you?"

Billy, I ought to slug you, she said, balling her right hand into a fist.

Billy retaliated by raising his own fist. Yeah, and I’ll slug you right back.

Mirna nodded. You would, wouldn’t you? With this, an embarrassed smile spread over her lips. We haven’t... I mean the occasion didn’t... We want to get to know each other better first. After all, Bob and I based our entire relationship on sex and look where that led.

Only because you caught your ex-husband fooling around behind your back.

This is different, she said with a sigh. I really want my next relationship to be based on love first, then whatever follows will be gravy.

Billy, never having been one to pass up an opportunity to tease his sister, felt a sinister smile spreading across his face and in an equally sinister voice he asked, "Does he even have one? Not surprisingly, his question was immediately shot out of the sky by a return glare that told him in no uncertain terms to back off. Well, anyway, he said uncomfortably, Abe’ll be home in about an hour and Errol can meet him, too."

Um, she now said, pausing before continuing.

Her hesitation immediately reignited Billy’s previous suspicions while bringing up a thought not previously considered. What’s the matter? Errol prejudiced against blacks? Billy asked.

Of course not. At least I don’t think so.

So what’s the problem?

"I just think it would be better if he knew you better first before laying the whole... she began but unexpectedly cut herself off. After a moment’s thought she said, I just think it would be better, so go upstairs and get dressed so we can go."

I’m already dressed, Billy responded with a glance down. Go where?

We want to take you out to dinner at a nice restaurant and we can’t with you looking like that.

What’s the matter with the way I look? he asked while being aware of a silent stare of disapproval traveling up and down his body. Besides, I’ve already eaten.

A burned steak could hardly have been a satisfying meal, she replied.

How she had deduced that the smell of burned beef that still apparently hung in the air had been a steak was beyond Billy, although not really all that surprising, having come from Mirna. It wasn’t that bad, he defended.

Look, Billy, just come with us and have dessert. I really want you and Errol to get to know one another.

All right," he grumbled. The request was a reasonable one so he figured he could try to comply with her request, even if it did involve a change of clothes. After all, Errol just might turn out to be Billy’s brother-in-law, so he needed to show, by example, his willingness to become better acquainted with the man. Turning, he slowly headed for the door.

Oh, and don’t mention Abraham until the time’s right, she said to his back.

A spark within Billy instantly ignited both his senses and suspicions and brought him to a sudden halt that nearly sent him tumbling head over heels. He whipped back around to his sister. "What? I knew you were up to something! What are you hiding?"

Nothing, Billy. I’m pacing myself, that’s all, she explained in an uneven tone. Now, go get...

Errol doesn’t know I’m gay, does he? Billy quickly surmised aloud, cutting her words off.

Oh come on, it’s nothing like...

Mirnaaaaaa, he coaxed while taking a couple steps toward her. Noting the change upon her face as it morphed from conqueror to conquered, Billy now knew not only that he had been right in his suspicions but that he had now zeroed in on the problem.

Well... not exactly, Mirna admitted softly, her eyes melting to the floor.

"I knew it, Billy proclaimed a little too loudly, prompting a dirty look from his sister. Sorry."

I’ll tell him, she reassured her brother in a quiet voice, when I feel the time is right.

Then he doesn’t know about Abe?

Of course he knows about him. He just doesn’t know... you know.

You didn’t tell him that we’re a couple? he surmised.

Not yet, no.

"They what did you tell him about Abe?"

Well, she said with a glance to the open doorway behind her brother, no doubt to make sure that the coast was still clear. I told him Abraham is our brother.

"Our brother?" Billy said quite loudly in utter disbelief.

Billy! Keep your voice down! she whispered dramatically.

Hearing this he zipped right back over to the counter so quickly that he almost felt to have left rubber sneaker tracks on the floor. Our brother, he whispered? Are you insane? In case you hadn’t noticed, you and me are white, Abe’s black. Don’t you think Errol’s gonna get a little suspicious when he sees him?

That’s why I’m waiting until the time is right to tell him, she explained.

This is not like you, Mirna, Billy scolded softly. Why all the secrecy?

Because I like him, and I don’t want to scare him off.

What makes you think the truth will scare him off? If you’re starting this relationship out on lies then I don’t give it much hope of working out.

Yes, it can. It just needs to be dealt with slowly, that’s all. Diplomatically.

His eyes studied her for a moment in silence in an attempt to understand her point of view. While this was not at all like Mirna, who would normally go out of her way to be honest at whatever the cost, Billy did have to admit that what she was doing was fighting for the survival of a new relationship. While this was understandable, a more pressing question arose, one that Billy was quite hesitant to ask for fear of the answer. Are you ashamed of me? Of us? he asked slowly.

"Don’t be stupid, Billy. Of course I am!"

Knowing by the way in which her answer had been spoken that this was a joke, he relaxed a bit. Oh, perfect, he responded sarcastically.

I’m just kidding, Billy, don’t bust your prostate.

Then why didn’t you tell Errol the truth right from the beginning? he now asked in an attempt to understand.

I wanted to, but I was afraid he wouldn’t understand my insane family.

Oh, so now I’m insane, am I?

You know what I mean, Billy. You have to admit that we’re not the conventional family unit.

I’ll grant you that, he admitted with a smile. But, come on, don’t you think...

I’ll tell him, I’ll tell him. Give me a chance to do this in my own way. Okay?

Yeah, he agreed. But don’t put it off or it’ll only get worse.

Yes, mother.

Am I interrupting something? came a third voice from behind Billy.

Both siblings whirled around in unison to find Errol standing in the open doorway with a look of abandonment upon his face that most accurately resembled that of a lost puppy.

No, Mirna quickly said. We were just... I mean, I was trying to get Billy to go upstairs and change his clothes.

Then you’ll be joining us for dinner? Errol asked the man standing across from him.

Billy nodded, giving his sister a quick glance. Um... yeah... yes. I’d be glad to go with you. Thanks for asking. I already had dinner, though, but I would never pass up a chance to have dessert.

Errol smiled broadly. Great. It’ll give us a chance to get better acquainted.

Yeah... acquainted.

What about your other brother? Will he be able to join us, too?

Abe? Billy asked, knowing full well who the man was talking about. Again he cast his sister a quick glance and found her face to now be pleading with him to play along.

Yeah, your brother; Abraham. He gonna be able to come with us? Errol asked.

No, Mirna told him with a forced smile. No, he has to work late tonight.

Oh, that’s too bad. I was hoping to meet the entire family this evening. We’d better get going if we’re going to make the reservation on time.

A short time later Billy found himself to be somewhat underdressed, even in the tan slacks and matching sweater that he had thought to be more than adequate when choosing the outfit earlier. In fact, so self-conscious was he at the sight of the plush restaurant and all the clientele in their formal attire that he suspected the maitre d' of seating them and immediately running to the kitchen so that the entire staff could come out and laugh at him. Either that or he would be seated in the kitchen, out of sight of the more conservatively dressed diners.

Dimly lit candles accented the middle of every table around which customers were gathered and engaging in low, relaxed conversation. This din was augmented by the soft strains of something symphonic playing on the overhead speakers while waiters and bussing personnel wafted gracefully from table to table as if floating on air, taking care of every conceivable need.

Mirna was to Errol’s left, Billy across the table from her new man and the fourth chair stood empty, prompting Billy to wish that Abraham were with him. Ever since that night at Mirna’s apartment a year ago when the two men had found their love for one another, they had been inseparable, so this felt very awkward for Billy. Yet, seeing his sister so giddy helped take his mind off his loneliness and discomfort.

Well, Errol said with a smile, glancing up from his menu. I’ve heard a lot about you, Bill.

Really? Billy smiled, then glanced briefly to his sister. "I haven’t heard a thing about you."

Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed Mirna had mentioned me to you, Errol explained, to which Billy shook his head. She and I have been going out for about a week. We met on an online dating service.

Yeah? The boy nodded with the formation of an evil grin. "Well, that’ll teach you never to try that again."

I heard that, Mirna growled, looking over the top of her menu. I figured, why not? It paid off, though. Landed myself a good one, wouldn’t you say?

With a bit of a blush Errol gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Oh, Mirna.

Suddenly overcome with a bad case of mental sugar poisoning from this syrupy display, Billy felt an intense need to erase this scene from his memory banks. However, it was quite possibly that this show of affection subsequently led to his next thought which, while admittedly not being the best course of action that he could take under the circumstances, would definitely be enjoyable at his sister’s expense.

Clearly Billy was feeling a bit mischievous and now seemed as good a time as any to entertain his strong desire to get even with Mirna for the lack of information she had thus far afforded Errol. On the other hand, he reasoned, this might help Mirna to break the news to the new man in her life. Get the truth out in the open. Maybe I should call Abe and see if... Billy began, but he was instantly cut off by his sister’s threatening glare.

That wouldn’t be a good idea, she demanded with an obviously controlled voice that had silver poison-tipped daggers hidden within. He’s working. He’s designing bridges, or factory automation or whatever the heck he designs. She glanced to Errol. Abraham is an architect.

Wow, I’m impressed. What about you, Bill? What kind of work do you do?

Mirna answered for her brother. Oh, Billy works for the city.

I do? Billy asked incredulously.

Yeah, he picks up dog-doo, wipes goobers off of kid’s faces, and licks park benches clean with his tongue.

Um... seriously? Errol asked.

Mirna let out a short chuckle. No, of course not. Billy is really utilized as a toilet.

A toilet... Billy mumbled.

Yeah, you know, guys come in, open his mouth, sit on his face and... she said, leaving the sentence trailing off."

Only on Thursdays, Billy said sarcastically. I really think I should call Abe.

And I really think that you shouldn’t, Billy. What if he’s in the middle of designing a high-rise and you interrupt him at some critical point and the whole building topples over and kills everybody and their dog? Do you really want that on your conscience?

I can live with that, Billy assured her.

You know our brother doesn’t like to be disturbed when he’s working. Case closed, she determined aloud with a triumphant huff.

Brother. Not to be derailed in his attempt to cause her embarrassment, Billy cleared his throat. Um, Mirna? Billy asked, feeling an evil smile spreading across his face.

Yeah?

When’s the pickle sandwich gonna be served? he asked under the realization that he was being incredibly infantile.

Errol turned to the girl to his left. Pickle sandwich? You like pickle sandwiches?

Who doesn’t? Billy told him, completely ignoring the bullets that were shooting out of Mirna’s eyes. Yeah, a good pickle sandwich usually hits the spot.

Quickly the woman turned to Errol. You’ll have to excuse my embarrassment-to-the-family brother. Insanity runs in his veins, she explained to which Errol nodded as if he now understood but did not know what to do with this information. Yeah, she continued while obviously pretending that her brother was not present, he was born that way. Then when he was fifteen he suffered a fatal blow to the head and that only made it worse.

"If it was a fatal blow, why am I still alive?" Billy asked, eyebrows raised.

Probably because you were too stupid to realize you were dead.

Not being entirely accustomed to this sort of sibling exchange, Errol was now showing a bit of confusion upon his face. He lowered the menu to the table and looked on with interest.

No, Mirna addressed her date in response to his perplexed look, Billy and I are actually very close. We like to tease each other and have a lot of fun. You’ll get used to it. Her explanation seemed to suffice for the moment as Errol nodded, a weak smile on his lips. Errol works for the City Planning Commission, she then told her brother while, simultaneously, casting him a look of condemnation.

In the City Roads Department, actually. I work on statistics to help plan future roads in and around the city, analyze traffic, all that.

Billy nodded. Uh huh. Roads. Yeah, roads are a good thing. Um, any through long dark tunnels? he now asked, having not quite achieved the kindergarten level of maturity that he found himself attempting to reach. It did occur to him that this was probably somewhat wrong and that his actions this evening could very well jeopardize his sister’s chances for a relationship with Errol. Lacking the ability to stop himself, though, he opted to let it draw out to its logical conclusion – whatever that might be.

Tunnels? Errol asked innocently. Well, yeah, a few.

Billy... Mirna warned.

Okay, sorry, he said. Lost my mind for a moment.

She now frowned harshly. Well, get a grip.

If Abe was here I’d be able to, he commented, receiving the death-look that told him in no uncertain terms that his game was over. Now!

What looks good, Mirna? Errol asked with a glance back to his menu, then to Mirna.

I don’t know. Why don’t you order for me, she cooed.

Sure, okay.

Subduing his sudden urge to vomit a second time Billy rolled his eyes and drew in a breath of air. He had seen his sister fawning over guys before but somehow this one seemed to be worse than all the others and he began to silently question if the man had her under some evil magic spell or drug. Voodoo doll, perhaps?

So, Bill, what kind of work do you really do?

Mirna did not give her brother time to answer before blurting out, He works in a dress shop.

As this had most certainly not been anticipated, Billy looked up to her sharply. Clearly he deserved this, what with his infantile behavior this evening, and even Billy had to admit that the shot was an amusing one. "A dress shop? he asked her. Oh, come on, sis, you could have come up with something better than that."

What? Errol asked with a glance to Mirna. Am I missing something?

It’s just a little joke I play on Billy. No, he doesn’t work at a dress shop.

No, Billy agreed.

Of course not. He got fired from there for always trying on the lingerie. He actually guts fish on a tuna boat.

Mirna... Billy said, suppressing a laugh.

Baby-sits incontinent dogs for old ladies?

Which is it? Errol asked, himself sporting somewhat of a smile, though uneven.

All right, he works for the paper here, Mirna finally confessed.

Errol looked to her. You sure this time?

Pretty sure, yeah, she said with a nod. She turned her eyes upon her brother. That’s were you work, right?

Satisfied that he had finally been given the truth Errol turned to her brother. What do you do there?

Instantly, Mirna was in there with a comeback, again disallowing Billy the opportunity to respond. You know the rubber bands that they use to wrap the papers in? she asked Errol, who nodded. "He has to check them all for their elasticity. His working title is ‘Wrapper Quality Control’, but everybody calls him ‘Rubber Boy’.

I work on the layouts for the daily, Billy corrected through his chuckle. He was actually envious of his sister’s wit, wishing that his previous bout of childishness had been up to her standard instead of being on the mental level of a sandbox. "Well, the computer does all the work, really. I just make sure everything fits and flows every day," Billy went on to explain in the hopes that he might be able to pad his boring job.

Yeah, Mirna told Errol, now displaying a modicum of pride. He used to deliver the papers. Now he designs them.

Well, I don’t actually...

"I said you design them, she insisted. Take the compliment."

Yeah, okay. Whatever, Billy conceded with a smile and a shrug.

Good evening, a voice said, drawing all eyes to the man standing before the empty chair - Abraham’s chair - dressed in a typical penguin outfit and sporting a white napkin draped over his arm.

Our special this evening is the halibut stuffed with Dungeness crab, baked in a light wine sauce and topped with four cheeses. This comes with rice pilaf and slivered green beans.

Errol turned to Mirna with his eyebrows raised in anticipation. That sounds good. You? Her nod sealed the deal, and he quickly returned his attention to the man standing before him, ordering two helpings.

Once again something smelled fishy to Billy, and it was not the special. Mirna hated seafood! In fact, every time she smelled seafood in a restaurant or looked at it in the grocery stores she would thrust her finger down her throat. Therefore, Billy quickly deduced that his sister must actually be under the influence of an evil spell or drug. But. I thought you hated... he began to say but was unable to finish due to the rapid glare he received from her.

Yeah, you’re right, Billy. I hate eating that much food, she corrected hastily to shut him the hell up. But this is a special occasion so what the heck. Mirna then smiled back to Errol before giving her brother another brief glare.

And you, sir?

Looking up and finding the waiter’s eyes upon him, Billy spoke of his only having dessert and then watched as the man thanked them and then walked off.

With the table to themselves again, Errol lifted his water glass in a toast. Well, here’s to a wonderful girl and her brother, he proclaimed, to which all three glasses joined together in the center of the table for a loud clink. I’m sorry your other brother couldn’t have joined us, Errol told them both, placing his glass down on the table. It’s always nice to meet the whole family. I imagine your mother and father are pretty wonderful people as well - judging by their offspring.

You’d lose, Mirna told him with a sarcastic smile.

Yeah, Billy agreed. Dad’s fine but Mom leaves a lot to be desired.

Oh? Errol queried with lowered eyebrows that silently seemed to be requesting more information.

Billy caught sight of a passing busboy and followed him with his eyes for a moment before absentmindedly observing vocally, Mirna, doesn’t he remind you of Greg?

Glancing quickly to the employee in question, she then turned back to her brother. Oh hell, not Greg again. I thought you were over him. And, no, that guy doesn’t even resemble Greg.

Sure he does. He’s got the same...

"No he doesn’t," she corrected sternly but quietly.

Errol’s eyes passed from sister to brother, then to the busboy. Who is Greg?

Nobody important, Mirna injected quickly on her brother’s behalf. Just an old friend of Billy’s. A choir boy at the church we used to go to.

Hearing this, Billy had to stifle a laugh. Again the golden opportunity had arisen to get at his sister, and he wanted so badly to correct her, informing Errol that not only was Greg not a choirboy but had been his first gay lover would have been wonderful. Billy felt his smile spreading as he said, Actually, Greg gave me my first...

Billy, that’s quite enough. Nobody wants to hear about your stupid friends, Mirna scolded in a low voice, interrupting him before turning back to Errol. You were saying?

Hm? Errol asked. Oh, I was just saying about your parents that...

Oh, Mom and Dad. Yeah, nice people, Mirna said, smiling sweetly once again. "Well, Dad, anyway. See, they got divorced way back when and then Mom got hold of some jerk who, well, changed her."

Yeah, Billy continued for her, and then she practically disowned me.

Errol’s look suddenly changed to one of surprise. She what? Why?

Once again Billy lost sight of his discretionary faculties and bitterly blurted out, Because I like to suck...

"Because Billy’s life sucked and mom couldn’t handle that," Mirna rapidly corrected her brother with yet another sharp glare that proceeded to chop her brother up into little, tiny Billy-bits.

How’s that? Errol asked, directing the question to whoever chose to answer it.

Wearing a crooked smile, Mirna turned to face her date and with only a momentary pause to formulate a plan she began her explanation, See, um... Billy’s always followed his own path in life and, well, that didn’t quite fit into Mom’s grand plan for him. They disagreed one time too many, she blew a fuse and disowned him. Well, I mean not legally, of course, but she made it pretty clear that she wanted nothing more to do with him after that. Having said this Mirna then turned to her brother. Right?!

Yeah, something like that, Billy said with a nod.

Shaking his head sadly, Errol smiled sympathetically. Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.

It’s no big loss, Billy told him, sipping his water and wishing that the subject would drop.

Did your father remarry?

Mirna now smiled. Yes, to a great woman.

Bill, have you ever thought about making amends with your mother? Errol asked him solemnly.

Yeah, tried a couple times but it didn’t work out, he confessed, briefly remembering the disastrous visit in which he had first met her gorilla of a boyfriend, Richard. Very clearly Billy remembered the man literally throwing him out of the house a year ago during a visit back home, and himself running from the big galoot after having made a poorly timed remark. And then there was their second meeting in the grocery store in which Hugh (another failed attempt at love) reamed mom’s pet gorilla a new asshole.

That’s too bad, Errol explained. My folks passed away when I was young. They had me late in life and my mother died when I was fifteen and my father followed her two years later. I would have given anything to have had them around as I got older, and it hurts me to hear stories like you and your mother, Bill.

Yeah, well, it’s for the best.

I suppose. So, any girlfriends? he now asked..

The boy thought about this a second