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Title The Nuntius, Vol. 2, No. 6, June 1971
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  • Frank, Phil
Date June 1971
Language English
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  • LGBTQ community
  • LGBTQ people
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  • Houston, Texas
Genre
  • newspapers
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  • Text
Identifier OCLC: 28911959
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  • University of Houston Libraries Special Collections
  • LGBT Research Collection
  • Gulf Coast Archive and Museum (GCAM) Digital Archive
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Note This item was digitized from materials loaned by the Gulf Coast Archive and Museum (GCAM).
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Transcript Glenn. "See how sneaky I've often?" he said, grinning. "Why Glenn! You should by spanked, surprising me like that." He dropped his suitcase and they embraced. When he picked up his suitcase again, she had her first good look at him in over two years. He was different - much more so than she had expected. His hair was thinner,he was wearing glasses and the skin on his angular face had become dry and slack, as though he had just recovered from a serious illness. "Your old room is all fixed up," Mrs. Hartley said, as they slowly made their way towards the stationhouse."Yesterday was Mildred's day off. I had to beg and bribe her to help me get ready." "Good old Mildred. I'll make it a point to be extra nice to her for the first few days." "She'll be glad to see you," Mrs. Hartley said. She nodded at someone she knew, then continued, "Do you want to check at the baggage room to see if your trunk has arrived? I'm sure it hasn't, not if you sent it yesterday. You'd better be prepared to rough it for the rest of the week." "I think I will check," Glenn said. He did, and Mrs. Hartley's prediction proved correct. "That just goes to show — Mom knows," he said. They went outside, climbed into a cab and gave the driver their address on James River Drive. "Gosh sakes, what heat!" Glenn said. "I'm glad you had the common sense not to drive down yourself." "I guess you New Yorkers are getting a fair share, too," said Mrs. Hartley. "Yes, Yes indeed." "Oh, by the way, did you know that Mahlon Phelps has become engaged to a girl from Petersburg? I mentioned it in my last letter, which I sent two days ago. It probably missed you." "It did. So Old Mahlon has finally taken the fatal step, huh? What date have they set for the marriage?" "Sometime in October, and what a blessing. A wedding where everybody won't be boiled to death after the first ten minutes." "Yes. Lord, I'd forgotten how grueling those summer weddings could be." "And haven't there been a lot of them this summer!" said Mrs. Hartley, getting onto her favorite topic. ' 'Bob Lambert and Beverly Ann Osbourne, Troy Gardner and Winnie Dire- sen. The Gardners were so unhappy that you couldn't show up and usher at that wedding. And then there was Herb Baird and Ellen Singleton, when the temperature rose to one hundred and how I survived I'll never know. And then Leon a Price and her beau from Richmond, and George Minor and that girl he courted at Mary Washington. Oh, we've been keeping our preachers busy this summer." She hesitated. "What are you thinking about?" "Oh, just about Mahlon Phelps and Bob Lambert." Mrs. Hartley nodded knowingly. "Yes, they've all gotten married, or soon will be. Your old gang." "It makes me feel very . . . out of it." "Speaking of your old friends, I saw Joe and Tessie Mai lory the other day with their little boy. Frankie?" "Freddie." "Yes, Freddie. He's such a darling.thing, and so bright. Texxie's expecting another in a few months, and they're both happier than a pair of clams. But here, I've been doing all the talking. You tell me some things. How is Rick? Is he staying in the old apartment, now that you've left, or what?" "Rick is fine, said Glenn, looking out the window. "Apparently his new apartment has worked out very satisfactorily." "Oh, he's moved already?" Mrs. Hartley asked, and when Glenn nodded, she continued: "1 see. I had gotten the impression that you boys had left simultaneously." "No. He left before I did. Several weeks ago." "Well, I certainly hope he didn't leave you in the lurch, without paying his share of the rent.'' "Now, mother, you know Rick better than that. Would he pull such a . . . " "No, no, Of course not. Where is he staying now?" "He's got a nice four- roomer over on the East Side. Nicer than the one we had, although ours was a five- roomer." "A four-roomer?" Her eyes narrowed. "Has he got another roommate?" "What?" he said, burning away from the window and facing her. "I'm sorry. 1 was looking at the new Sears building.' They struggled to hold their balance while the cab swerved around the corner and into Huntington Avenue. Then Mrs. Hartley repeated her question: "Has Rick got another roommate?" "Oh yes, he's got another roommate." "I hope there hasn't been any trouble. You did part good friends, didn't you?" "Ye s, mother, yes. Rick and I are still ... on the best of terms. Yes. The best of terms." With a shock, Mrs. Hartley noticed that her son was fight ing back tears. Quickly, she changed the subject and told him about the new downtown Sears store, which they had just passed, and the new Hidd- enwood shopping center, which was still under construction. She carried the bulk of the conversation until the cab brought them to their destination. Glenn parked his suitcase next to the stairwell and walked side by side with her into the living room. Mrs. Hartley tried to visualize in what ways the room had changed since he had last seen it. The main difference, she decided, was in the greater number of framed photographs. Her favorite was hung on the wall over the sideboard. — a color print of Glenn and Rick at age nineteen, standing before snow-covered Vermont hills, their arms -on each other's shoulder, wearing knitted caps and blue ski- jackets with the round scarlet medallions earned at a recent ski-meet. Two smiling pictures of youthful health and foolishness. "Why don't you fix us some drinks?" Mrs. Hartley said. "Gin and tonic for me. There's some bourbon too, if you'd prefer that." "Gin's the thing for a day like this," Glenn said. They went out to the kitchen, and Mrs. Hartley watched him prepare the drinks. He brought the drinks over to the formica- topped kitchen table and sat down across from her. "Well," said Mrs. Hartley, "this is just tike old times, isn't it?" I don't mean our sitting and drinking, but just . . . you and me, sitting and talking over the same old table. I eat all my meals in here now. Only when I have guests do I eat in the diningroom, which isn't often." "It's time to change that," Glenn said. "We'll have some meals out in the diningroom, and we'll have some people over for dinner, too. You shouldn't be alone so much, mother." "Oh, it isn't so bad. There's Mildred, and there's Mrs. Mackey. She's pretty much alone too, she and her husband, ever since Anna Louise got married.'' "Anna Louise is married? Oh yes, I'd forgotten." Mrs. Hartley took several refreshing swallows from the metal cup, studying her son ol! the while. "Glenn, now that you've left New York, what are your plans, or haven't you decided? Do you wish to remain in Newport News?" He nodded. "Yes, mother, I'm through will all those . . . carpetbaggers." He uttered a little laugh. "I'm home to stay.' 'Well then you might as well stay here. You'll have all the room in the world, it's economical, and it's a nice neighborhood. Unless, of course, you'd rather I ive in an apartment?" "I'd rather stay here, if you can stand having me around." Mrs. Hartley smiled. Now that the most important thing had been settled, she went on to the next most important thing. "Have you thought yet about where you'd like to work? I hear that Mr. Hastings in the shipyard's legal office is retiring, so perhaps there'll be some room there." "Perhaps. But I still don't want to work for a corporation. Have you seen Herb Hoyle Hoyle lately?" "As a matter of fact, I was just talking to him last night. I ran into him over at the Mackeys. Naturally, I told him you were coming back to town. And he was very enthusiastic. He said that if you were going to stay, he'd be more than happy to take you on as a junior partner, provided you could pass your Virginia bars. It sounds like a wonderful opportunity." "It is a wonderful opportunity, Mother. Good old Herb. That's one firm I'd be proud to join anyday." "Well, you just hop right over there, and you talk with him. Incidentally, Herb Junior has just graduated from U. Va., and he's going pretty steadily with Bitsy Sullivan. You remember Bitsy, don't you? No, I guess not, since her family's only been here less than two years. Anyway, she's a darling girl and just perfect for Herb Junior. And wait a minute. I'll bet the Hoyles invite you over for dinner. Oh, I hope they do, because then you can meet PHONES 526-4402 528-1000 2319 So. Shepherd
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