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“SON FOR A MONTH” is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don”t care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
SON FOR A MONTH by Andrej Koymasky © 2020
written on March 11, 2003
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Dr. Nicholas Alexander 4 – AN ALMOST DESPERATE SEARCH
Alessandro went to the office before nine: he wanted to be sure not to miss Cavalier Ciccarelli when he called. At quarter past nine the call had not yet arrived and Alessandro began to experience that uncomfortable tinkling feeling in the stomach, like a hand winking it; he always felt this way when he was anxious.
Wanting to remain free for Ciccarelli”s call, he had given orders to his secretary not to pass any other phone calls. Alda Ferro, his secretary, was a little younger than he, a beautiful woman, energetic and efficient, and well educated. She was widowed ten years ago, when she was thirty-three, and she did not want to marry again, and he knew she did not even have a lover. When she was very young, she had a daughter who had married a Canadian in 1998 and was now living in Canada. Alda worked for him since 1990, the year that her husband had died , and for two years now she has lived alone in the Village of Le Madonne.
Alessandro was pacing nervously in his office. He sometimes looked out of the wide window overlooking the Via Emilia, as always clogged with traffic, at times he looked at the phone on the desk, wondering when it would ring. He wanted to call Ciccarelli, but then he thought he should not do it. He did not want to irritate him with his insistence, with his haste. He went to sit again, and began to move objects on his desk, that were already in perfect order, but he needed to keep busy doing something. He got up again and began walking up and down in his office.
Suddenly, the intercom buzzed and startled him. He went up to the presidential mahogany desk and pushed the key: “Yes, Alda?” his voice was tense.
“The cavalier Ciccarelli for you.”
“Give me the line, then!” he said, feeling relieved.
“No, sir, excuse me, not on the phone, he is here in the sitting room.”
“Here? Oh God, if he came in person… how does he look?” Alessandro asked with concern.
“Normal… I would say. I do not know him well, I can not say.”
“Yes, I understand… Well, bring him in here, Alda.” He said, then added, to soften his tone, perhaps a little too abrupt, “Thanks.” and sat down again at his desk.
Shortly after Alda knocked and opened the door and then stepped aside to let in the Cavalier. Alessandro rose to his feet and went to meet him.
“Dear Cavalier, it is a surprise seeing you here. Sit down, sit down.” he said smiling, but studying his expression.
“Dear Dr. Spalleri! I”m sorry if I came without calling you first, I passed right around here so I thought I”d better come and talk to you in person, since this morning I have some time available. I hope I”m not bothering you.”
“Please, have a seat.” Alessandro repeated continuing to study his expression to guess the reason for this visit.
“Then, Dr. Spalleri, let”s get down to business.” said the man pulling out of the pocket of his impeccable jacket a gold cigarette case and opening it. Then he stopped and looked uncertainly to Alessandro: “You mind if I smoke? You do not smoke, if I remember correctly.”
“No, no problem. Please.” Alessandro said and pushed towards his unexpected guest the heavy crystal ashtray that was on his desk.
The man tapped his cigarette against the bottom of the ashtray, placed it between his lips, took from the side of the cigarette case a small lighter, also of gold, and lit it. He took a breath, made a slight puff of smoke, put away lighter and cigarette case, and then finally spoke again.
“I talked to my cousin, Mariano Gerbini, as I promised. He seemed quite interested when I spoke to him of this company, doctor. In fact he asked me to put you in contact with him in order to set a first meeting.” he said gravely, then took another drag from his cigarette, and exhaled a perfect smoke ring that he thoughtfully watched disperse in the air.
Alessandro felt better and began to relax.
“But …” Ciccarelli said.
“But?” Alessandro almost moaned, again a bit tense.
“There is a problem, you see. My cousin, my cousin”s husband actually, is a follower of Lefebvre.”
“A follower of Lefebvre? What do you mean?” Alessandro asked confused, wondering what that meant.
“A follower of Archbishop Lefebvre. A Catholic, you know… intransigent, fundamentalist, and conservative… of the right wing. Those who boast of being pre-Council, one of those who still want the Mass in Latin and not Italian,” explained the man.
“Yes, I understand… and then?” asked Alessandro confused by the news of which he could not understand the importance.
“And, you see, if I remember correctly… you are divorced. Oh, mind you, it does not concern me at all, but… I fear that my cousin would not appreciate it. Yes, he really does not like it at all.”
“But, I”m sorry, what has this to do with… with the business?”
“Well, you see, if you had a wife, a son, and… forgive me… and if you were a practicing Catholic, you would immediately get all the sympathy of my cousin. He”s like that, unfortunately. He puts his… let say his creed, before of his business, do you understand?”
“Oh God! So what? Are you saying that the deal might not go through… just because I am a divorcee? That the fact that I have a line of toys to propose… nothing short of revolutionary, would have no weight?” Alessandro asked incredulously.
“No, of course it would be important for you to propose a good deal… if only you were regularly married, and even better if you had at least one child.”
“What can I do? Even if it were possible for me to get married in a jiffy…”
Ciccarelli chuckled: “No, no, of course not, but… You see, my cousin lives in Lugano, and does not know you and, except me, has no acquaintances in common with konyaaltı kendi evi olan escort you. He certainly would not investigate, if he only saw you on the arm of a loving wife and saw with you at least one son, a dutiful son. You know, maybe during a lunch in a restaurant, or even by an invitation to his villa.”
“Yes…” Alessandro moaned, “But unfortunately there is not any loving wife nor dutiful sons, at my house.”
“It is sufficient that if there were for those few days when my cousin would stop as a guest at my house, or may be in Lugano to meet him with your family.”
“Are you suggesting… to come up with a family?” asked Alessandro beginning to understand, but feeling completely confused.
“A little more than to come up, my dear doctor. You should make him meet them and also make on him a good impression.”
“Deceive him, that is?”
“Paris is worth a mass, is not it? Who said that? Louis XIV?” said the cavalier making a cunning smile.
“No, Henry IV, I think. But how can I create a family… in… out of nothing? A family in a few days?”
“You would have a month, a month and a half, because Mariano, that is my cousin, is now leaving for China. Not much more, but if you get busy, you may be able to… find, to invent and create a family. Also because, you see, knowing how he”s, I have alluded to the fact that I thought you are married and have one or two children, and Mariano at once lightened up, and told me he wants to meet your family. As, he said, the value of a man can really be understood meeting his family.”
“Oh my God!” Alessandro groaned again.
“If you are willing to take the risk, and appear without a family… it is your decision, of course, but… I”m doing what I can to help you, if only for the friendship that bound me to you father.”
“Oh, my God!” Alessandro repeated disconsolately.
“Well, think about it. A nice little family, practicing Catholics, of course, not necessarily followers of Lefebvre like him, but at least a bit traditional. It should not be so difficult, I think. And if we could, it would be for me a great satisfaction, not only because I would get you doctor, a big business deal, but also because I enjoy at the idea to make fun of my cousin and of all his boasted moral rectitude!”
“A family in a month and a half…” murmured the industrialist shaking his head, still incredulous of that proposal.
“Well, I did what I could for you, dear Dr. Spalleri. Now the hand goes to you. See you do your best to play your cards well. And, if you can, let me meet your family, before I put it you in contact with my cousin, after Mariano returns from China.”
“Your cousin is doing business with the Chinese Communists, but not with a divorced man?” Alessandro asked incredulously.
“Oh no, not with Communist China, of course. He would never do that! Not him! He went to Taiwan, he is doing business with a factory in Taiwan which, of course, belongs to a Chinese Catholic.”
“Ah, thank goodness.” Alessandro said a bit incongruously, with unintended humour.
The Cavalier Ciccarelli laughed: “Well, just remember that joke and you”ll make a good impression on our dear Mariano Gerbini.”
“Joke? What joke?” asked the industrialist completely confused, feeling the return of a bad headache.
“That, of the Chinese Catholic, and you who say “thank goodness!” Remember this and try to fit it into the conversation at the right time. Well, get yourself busy and let me know, dear Dr. Spalleri.” said the man crushing with force the cigarette in the ashtray and stood up.
They said goodbye, and Alessandro accompanied him to the door. Alda immediately got up from her desk and escorted the guest to the elevator.
When she came back, Alessandro, slumped in his chair behind his desk, called Alda in his office and told her, feeling lost, the whole conversation he just had with the cavalier. Alda listened attentively, as she always did.
“Well, sir, why you do not just hire some actors? An actress who may play the role of your wife, and one or two boys, maybe a boy and a girl, able to play the role of your children…”
“Where can I find actors willing to…”
“Through a theatrical agency. Not famous people, no, rather unknown… So it is not likely that they can be recognized if you go to a restaurant, and in any case they would cost less. You can hire them only for the time necessary to first rehearse with them… I don”t know… Then for the “play” for the benefit of Mr. Gerbini. It should not be too hard, sir.”
“Alda… I would feel ludicrous. I do not even think I”d be a good actor, anyway. A wife and an unknown son, and heaven-sent.”
“Do you care or not about that contract, sir? If you care… I see no other possible solution, according to what you told me,” said the woman, politely but firmly.
Alessandro leaned back and ran a hand over his eyes. Then, wearily and uncertainly, said to the secretary: “Then start by finding all the theatrical agencies in Bologna and see if they have a wife and a few sons available. You care for that, please.”
“How do you want the wife to be, sir? And the children?” asked the secretary taking the notebook, ready to write.
“What do you mean, how do I want them?” Alessandro asked looking surprised.
“Tall, short, brown, blonde, younger than you or not. And the children…” began to explain the secretary.
“Just that they are believable and… who can seem to be a wife like the cavalier said… a loving wife and respectful children… and not a caricature, in fact. My God… my God.”
“I understand, sir. Trust me, I will do my best. But then you must be the one to… to teach them. To create a plausible background, so that you will not contradict each other when you meet that… cavalier.”
“Yes… yes… of course.” Alessandro murmured.
Alda really busied herself. She called several agencies, went to meet the actors in search of work, spoke with each of them. But after about ten days she made a depressing report to Alexander.
“I”m sorry, sir… I have dealt with three potential wives and five children in total, but… they act like dogs, or do not have the appropriate age, or they look impossible. The only good wife, konyaaltı otele gelen escort who could act well in my opinion, is so thin, with eyes so wild, that she would certainly not make a good impression. And as for the children, even lying about their age… and then, not a boy or a girl that could remotely seem to be the child of an industrialist, I think.”
“Save me the details, Alda. If you think none is fit, it”s a complete failure, then. And we can not waste any more time, I fear.”
“No, we do not have much time, actually. I”m sorry, sir, I am very sorry. I thought I had a good idea, but…”
But suddenly something snapped in the head of Alessandro. The man looked at Alda as if seeing her for the first time, and looked at her with such intensity that she began to fidget on the chair uneasily.
“Alda, why can not you be my wife?” said the industrialist.
“I, sir? I be your wife? But I…”
“Yes, Alda. You know me well, you”re a beautiful woman, refined, polite, friendly… You should just get used to you calling me by my name, of course… and show some affection for me when we are in the presence of that Gerbini. I can buy you some nice new clothes… I could give you the jewels of my mother… or rent more modern ones, I don”t know… or even give you some; you would deserve them as well, if you give me a hand in this madness.” Alessandro said more and more convinced and determined.
“Sir… I would do it for you, I will for the factory, however, see…” said the woman uncertain.
“And you could also help me create a nice background for our story. You know well my business, and also my quirks, my habits. You can make our fiction credible.” insisted the industrialist with a tone somewhere between enthusiasm and prayer.
“Yes, sir, but…” Alda said, looking a bit bewildered and deeply uncertain.
“Do not leave me in trouble, please! Please, Alda. I”ll be very grateful to you if this goes through. You have the bearing of a wife as it should please the Gerbini, you are strong, but you”re also respectful. You are beautiful, and you”re smart.”
“But sir, the children?” objected the woman rather confused.
“I”ll find them somewhere, we will find them, if you give me a hand. Yes, Alda, please… you”d be the ideal wife, I feel it… I know it. The right one to convince that Gerbini, I mean. No, in fact you would be the ideal wife for anyone, if you wanted to marry, if I wanted to marry, I mean. We just have to get used to behaving, in front of the others, like a real couple.”
“Yes… we could try, sir, but…”
“No, Alda, no “but”! Please. Say yes… say yes,” begged the man looking into her eyes.
“Give me some time to think about it, sir…” objected again the woman.
“Start to call me by my name, Alda. I already call you by your name, no? Come on… and say yes…”
“Yes, Alessandro… we can try… O Lord, I can not just say “my dear husband”, sir!”
“No, no sir. We can succeed, Alda, I know you can succeed. How did you call your husband?”
“Carlo.”
“No, with what nickname, in front of the others?”
” Dad… I called him Dad…”
“Good, Alda, good. You will call me dad, then. It should not be too difficult, no?”
“Maybe not… but… our children, what can we do for our children?”
“We will seek them, you and me. Okay?”
“Yes… Dad.” she said and blushed.
Alexander was decided. Alda was really the perfect wife. Now he only needed to find two children, or at least a son or a daughter. Back home, when he saw Clara, he thought that he could ask her if she felt playing the role of his daughter. But he discarded the idea as she was pregnant, so she also had to have a husband, and he just cannot show around Rodolfo, awkward and clumsy as he was – a good servant but a bad son-in-law. No, unfortunately Clara would not be good. Apart from the fact that Alda would have had to get that daughter when she was only fifteen… Even making Alda a bit older and rejuvenating Clara… No, it was not a good idea.
Moreover, a son might have been better than a daughter, with a mentality like that of the damned Gerbini. The heir to the industry, the future master of Giocagiò… Yes, it was certainly better to find a son.
He thought of Donato Giorgetti: the boy was cute and smart. No, he was too old. Moreover he lived in Ancona and should have sought permission from the school where he taught… and if that Gerbini had wanted to meet the designer of his new toys, he could not say that the designer was his son. No, also Donato would not fit, unfortunately. Furthermore, physically he was too different from both him and Alda.
A boy of about sixteen, up to twenty… he would decide on the basis of his age when he married Alda, but he could not have married her too young, this could make a bad impression to the Gerbini. If the boy were twenty, he had married Alda when she was twenty, twenty-three years old. Yes, so twenty was the maximum age for the boy. A little less would have been even better.
Sixteen or seventeen , a minor would not be all right. It must be a guy who could decide for himself. He could not ask for clearance from the boy”s family for such a thing; therefore, between eighteen and twenty, and possibly not living with his family; an independent guy; a rare thing, now, given that the children tended to stay in the parental home for longer. Young, independent, but also with a discreet culture: a high school student in the last year of a college; a boy of the first, or second year; but above all an independent guy.
It would be far from easy. It also had to be a guy who had not any regional accent or, at most, a Bolognese accent. Heck, not an easy task, Alessandro was realizing. However, now that he had found a “wife” he did not want to surrender. He must at all costs also find the right son!
He had an idea: he had to go to the exit of a high school or of a college and see if he could find some suitable type. But… how would he approach him? “Excuse me, do you want to pretend to be my son?” No, they would have taken him for a fool, for a nut. “Would you like to do a bit part in a special play ?” A play, yes, but… how he would have reacted when he was a boy, if a stranger had boarded konyaaltı rus escort him in the street making a proposal like that? Almost certainly he would not have reacted well.
Although it was cold, he walked up and down the garden of his villa immersed in these thoughts. “Listen, would you like a part-time job?” here it is, yes, perhaps this approach could be better. Maybe the guy would have been intrigued and would listen to what kind of job it was. The boys of that age group seem to be always in need of money, right? But first he had to be sure he was a free, independent guy. He did not like having to explain everything to the boy before being sure it was the right guy.
But a boy subjected to an interrogation like that before knowing why, maybe thought that he was offering him something illegal. That “play” could be considered frivolous, but it certainly was not illegal. At the same time Alessandro was afraid of being too well known in town to risk excessive exposure. What would be said in town if it were learned that he went around Bologna to making interviews of boys at the exit from the schools?
Anyway, he needed an open-minded boy to lend itself to such an enactment. The necessary elements were beginning to accumulate a bit too fast. The boy had to be between eighteen and twenty; not be physically too different from him and Alda, better still, with something resembling one of them; he should have no accent or have a Bolognese accent; he had to have a certain culture; be independent from family; be free during the period when he should meet with Gerbini; be open-minded, but rather respectful of Alda and him; have a face like a good boy, kind of like a churchgoer…
Wow! And where could he found such a boy? However, in Bologna there were several high schools and university faculties – among all the boys, was it possible that there was not at least one with these characteristics? There had to be. The best thing possible was he started to go and see. He didn”t have that much time available; he had to hurry. He had to start right away the next day. In the factory at that time there was no great need of him, and in any case, they could find him at any time by mobile.
So Alessandro after warning Alda, the next morning began to pace up and down in front of a high school watching the boys who entered – physically, there was more than one who could fit and this gave him courage. Then he went to prowl around various faculties and even there he saw some boys, some freshman who could be fine. He turned back to wander in front of the high schools at the time of the end of lessons, carefully observing all the kids who swarmed noisily out of school.
Repeating his visits for two or three days, he began to recognize some of the boys, both in front of the high school and of faculties, and mentally began to make a selection. He stood there as if waiting for someone, watching them and meanwhile, quietly but attentively listened to them, evaluating them.
A northern or southern accent made him discard some boys. Seizing up phrases like “My father would never let me do it”, or “eh, with a mother like mine, not even thinking about it” or similar, made him discard others. Too vulgar expressions or attitudes, or drugged-like, or boys who looked too messy or even with poor personal hygiene made him eliminate others. Likewise, those with hair cut too original, like Rasta or punk or skinhead. And then those who had earrings or piercings, or even tattoos. Those looking arrogant, or rebellious, gangsters or idiots. Those too fat and too skinny. The number of “eligible candidates” was shrinking increasingly too fast.
But Alessandro still did not give up, and he kept making the rounds and watching all those boys.
At last, feeling he was losing too much time, he decided to approach one of the boys who had seemed a likely candidate.
He approached the boy, who at that time was a bit isolated from the others, and trying to create a winning smile, said: “Excuse me, would you like to earn some money?”
The boy looked at him in surprise, then looked very scornfully and said, “Hey, go fuck yourself, asshole! I”m not a hustler. Scram! ”
Alessandro blushed and hurried away, thinking that luckily the guy had not shouted after him, he very fortunately had said it almost under his breath.
He turned the first corner and mentally called himself stupid: he could not find words less equivocal trying to hook that guy? As he left he was still feeling the look full of contempt the boy had.
Heck, he decided to ask if he wanted a part-time job, right? Why he had come out with a line so very weird?
He wondered whether to try to go to the university to try another approach, but felt that he needed to stop for the moment and re-order his ideas, calm down, and think more about what he should say, the next time.
When he was far enough from that high school, he went into a bar, sat at a small table and waited for the waiter to arrive. When the waitress asked him what he wanted, he ordered a coffee.
As he sipped it slowly, as he was accustomed to do, he thought about the unpleasant incident that had just happened.
And suddenly he found the solution to his problem – yes, he knew how to find a young guy, independent, ready to earn some money, willing to lend himself to make that play. Only he did not know where to look for him. Then he had a second idea. He went out of the bar and briskly walked to the station: he remembered seeing, at the newsstand, a publication that could work for him.
The closer he came to the station, the more he felt confident. Sure, why had he not thought of it before? That was almost certainly the solution to all his problems. It was enough to ensure that Alda did not suspect anything, but this was not so difficult. He went the newsstand looked for a while through the publications for sale until he found what he was seeking .
He took it out from behind other publications and presenting it to the newsagent, said: “This. How much is it?”
He paid, put it in the pocket of his coat and went briskly to the parking lot where he had left his blue Lamborghini. He drove home feeling happy and excited.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5
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