Published: 14 Mar 2019

By the end of the Thanksgiving weekend, Riley and I had set our holiday plans for the Christmas break all the boys and Riley would have. It would be a two week vacation and I wanted to get our reservations into the charter jet company so we could work out the most time in Key West with our family. Christmas was on a weekend this year so the whole of the week before was a vacation as was the week between Christmas and New Year’s.

The boys seemed to be looking forward to the trip and Carter and Darryl kept telling Allen about the house there, about how small it was and how there was a tiny pool in the backyard, but the beaches were great and there were terrific restaurants and stores there and no snow! It would be like summer the whole time we were there. We told the boys that we would be there for Christmas and then we’d have a New Year’s celebration at our home here when we got back before they had to return to school.

Just the thought of spending two weeks in Key West warmed my heart a bit, since it had gotten bitterly cold outside here, but that was me, I still hadn’t thickened my blood up enough and the fifty degree days and thirty-two degree nights still seemed frigid to me, and then the snow started, it sure looked beautiful from the windows of our warm home. I wandered down to the barn to check on the animals one day, through the shin-high snow, and I walked to one of our trails and just marveled at the beauty of the scene in front of me, before high tailing it back to the warmth of the living room fireplace.

I spent my days writing, sorting enough summer clothing for all of us for a week or more, (there was a working laundry in our cottage), and arranging for bunk beds to be placed in the third bedroom, the boys would have to share for two weeks. There were also three interviews done over the webcam of my computer that Mark had set up for me and then there was the matter of his and Paul’s long-awaited wedding, which he asked if I could arrange to have happen in the library’s garden, just like ours had been. They had decided on a very small affair and it was no problem setting that in motion for him, after all, the manager of the library was Bob, my replacement, and he and Leo were still living in the second bedroom of our cottage and taking care of the place very well, by all accounts.

When I broached the possibility of Mark and Paul getting married while we were there and of us standing up for them, Bob asked if we’d do the same for him and Leo, that is if Mark had no problems sharing the date, the justice of the peace, and the cost of the nibbles after. The preparations took on another happy meaning for all, one couple would exchange vows first and the other would go second, all guests still seated before coming to our place for the nibbles after. The event was scheduled for the day after Christmas.

It was while we were being flown down to Key West by the charter airline that the subject of the evening we had spent in Boston at the movie premiere came up. The boys were watching one of their DVDs that the steward had put on for them when there was a scene where the actor in the movie was being interviewed by a reporter who was holding a microphone up so the guy could talk into it. Allen and Darryl crawled up onto the sofa style seating Riley and I were sharing and we soon each had a little guy in our laps.

Allen started it off, “Daddy, was that what happened when we went to the movie?” and Darryl asked, “Why did they only ask you questions, Daddy? Are you smart or something?” By now Riley was outright laughing and I tried to contain myself as I replied that I wrote the words for the movie and people wanted to know if I liked the way the actors said those words. Riley said I looked like a movie star myself and Carter had to get his two cents in too as he told the younger two that Daddy was a famous writer of stories and Dad was a teacher, that was why we all had to learn our numbers and letters. The steward was bringing us all a snack and he obviously had heard the exchange and he told the boys, “Your Daddy might not be really famous yet, but he is very well known all over the world. I’ve seen people reading the books he wrote all over the country and in many foreign countries as well, maybe you would all write your names in my copy of the newest book?”

By the time we had landed in Key West the nice steward had his autographed book, the only one that had all our handwritten names in it, except the one Grandma Spencer went home with. Leo met us at the cottage when we arrived by the rental car. He showed the boys the newly furnished bunk bed room and they all seemed pleased with the arrangement. He went back to work after helping us with all the luggage and we showed Allen all around the cottage and the yard, reminding him of the rules about not going in the pool alone and not wandering off by himself without an adult. He nodded he understood. We got ourselves settled in and then we strolled down to the favorite restaurant of Carter’s, The Old Town Mexican Cafe, for some of their wonderful burgers for a late lunch. On the walk home, we took our time, letting the warm sun seep into our bones. By the time our lunch had fully settled we were dressed for the pool. We all went out to soak for a while, and after that we all rested for about an hour and a half before dressing once again. We then waited for Leo and Bob to return home for dinner, which was going to be barbecue cooked outside and served on the big table in the enclosed patio/office.

We actually had a full two weeks, taking the boys to Fort Zachary Taylor, going to different beaches every other day, and making our preparations for Christmas which we would spend with the two wedding couples, Mark and Paul staying at the guesthouse up the street, but spending the holiday with us. Again, Fausto’s market down the street supplied a fully prepared meal so we didn’t have to spend all day cooking, and had more time to go over the plans for the double wedding at noon the next day. The boys were all recruited as ring bearers and Riley and I were the best men for the two couples. The boys all got token presents; gift cards, video games, and Carter got his first NetBook, with appropriate parental blocks, and plenty of clothing, for down here. Of course, there was another Christmas awaiting them at home when we went back to celebrate the New Year.

The weddings went off without a hitch if you can say that about four nervous bride grooms flubbing their vows at least once in each pair’s ceremony, but they were truly and legally wed and afterward, there was the catered nibbles that the guests were welcomed to at our backyard. The boys were thanked by the grooms and they showed us proudly the wristwatches the couples had pitched in to purchase for them.

The rest of our visit was spent doing touristy things, and I had a meeting at the guesthouse with the other shareholders. The business was doing really well and everyone was pleased with the way the guesthouse was being run, we all looked forward to a profitable season and New Year.

By the time we were getting used to the warmth and humidity, it was time to pack up and catch our flight back home so everyone would be ready for their return to school after their winter break. This return flight was exciting for the boys as there was some turbulence as we neared the Carolinas and they had to be in their seats and belted in for the remainder of our flight. They thought it was exciting, but Riley and I were both concerned even as we landed at the airport. The boys were excited to be home and ran down to the barn as soon as the car came to a stop, leaving us with the luggage as they went to tell their ponies all about their vacation and to let them know they’d be out in the morning to give them a good ride.

Over dinner that night the boys entertained Ted and Ryan with a detailed account of their almost two weeks away from home and we got no argument from them when we told them to take a short rest if they wanted to see the New Year in at midnight. While the boys were “resting” we gathered their “real” Christmas presents from their hiding places and when we called them downstairs two hours later they were thrilled by the presents they would get everyday use out of. They did last until the ball dropped, but were soon back in their beds, asleep for the rest of the night.

Of course, the next day was a holiday so no school for the boys, but Riley had to review the lesson plans he had worked on while we were in Florida, so I went riding with the boys. The snow was minimal out in the big corral next to the barn, but of course the trails were too snow covered to risk riding on. The ponies got their workout, the boys had fun, and I got some great screenshots on my cell phone to show Riley later.

Our nursing students, Ted and Ryan, got good news when they returned to their classes, there had been enough interest in their classes to go on to the physician’s assistant program. The college they attended was offering the program for the current nursing students. It would involve them attending classes during the summer again, but by the following Christmas, they would be certified as PAs. Riley and I offered to pay for this extended semester for them. They were ecstatic and they thanked us profusely.

With everyone back in school and busy during the day, I began work on my fourth book and by February Mark called to tell me that the third book was being made into a movie also and that there already was an option for the current one I was working on. I knew with careful money management I could support my family for the rest of their lives, so it wasn’t for the money I was writing (it was nice, but the money wasn’t the reason) it was getting the stories I created around the tales that Monty had told me, elaborated upon and expanded. I was just so pleased that others found my work interesting enough to pay for them. I did about one online interview a month during this time and by spring I had finished the manuscript and it was in the hands of the editors with publication scheduled for summer. The movie studio had picked up their option on this new book and it looked like the current movie we had attended the premiere of had consistently held a spot in the theaters since its opening six months before.

It was around this time that I began to work on a book that I thought the boys might like, along with their friends at school. It was loosely based on our family and was basically a kid’s action adventure book, one that I wouldn’t be embarrassed to read to our boys, or their friends, or to see on the school’s library bookshelves. It was a book about adventures a young teen gets into with his younger brothers and the love the three boys had for each other and their dads. For me, it was a fun book to write and Riley loved reading the chapters that I wrote. He would ask me to hurry up so I didn’t leave him wondering how the three boys would get out of their current predicament before he had to get to sleep himself. His reactions and suggestions helped me a lot in developing the story and when I submitted the final draft to the publisher, I put his name on the manuscript as my co-author.

Mark told me that the publisher loved the book and was pushing to have it out to the public for the coming Christmas season. As usual, there were advance copies of the printed book sent to me and I placed one at Riley’s place at the dinner table that night and he got to see the finished product, with his name with mine on the cover, and a picture of the five of us on the back, shown in silhouette as we walked hand in hand down one of our riding trails. Ted had taken it one day in the fall, with the vibrant fall foliage the only color in the photo.

Of course, he started sniffling as he looked it over and was soon in my arms as the boys were looking over the new book he had left on the table top. Darryl and Allen wanted us to read it to them, and Carter wanted his own copy to read, which I gave him, putting one aside for each of the younger boys for when they were a little older. We all began reading after supper, the boys so engrossed they didn’t even want to watch TV. Carter was in his room reading by himself, but we could hear him cheering and exclaiming over the exploits he was reading about, and the younger boys sat enthralled as Riley and I took turns reading to them as they sat with us all snuggled together on the couch in the family room. So far the book was a big hit with the most important readers and listeners in our family.

We had a great spring and soon we were faced with the summer looming in front of us. Mark had arranged a two-week book tour for the grown-up book that was just out and Riley and I coordinated that with our own plans for the summer months and we worked out that we would actually be away from home for a month. We were going to take the boys with us on the two-week book tour, but then we were going to go to a cabin we had rented from one of Riley’s coworkers, another science teacher at his school. The cabin was quite large, with two bedrooms and a sleeping loft. It was fully modernized, as the owner wanted to retire there in a few years, and it was about a quarter of a mile to a mountainside lake, where there was a sandy beach and lifeguards on duty during the daytime. There was a motorboat included in the rental which was docked at the public dock at the lakeside nearest the end of the road the cabin was on. The cabin wasn’t totally isolated, but there was a dense growth of forest around it and the cleared large yard behind the cabin.

The cabin had sleeping capabilities for 12 so we had invited Beth and Ben to come to stay with us, and of course to bring the twins with them. They wanted us to have some alone time with our boys so they agreed to share the rental with us for the second week. They only had to drive an hour or so up route 91 to Vermont and they’d be almost there. The sleeping arrangements would be easy, the five boys could share the loft comfortably and the two big bedrooms on the first floor would accommodate the two adult couples easily, as there were three bathrooms in the house, two on the first floor and a shower bath up off the loft on the second floor.

When the book tour was over we had the plane drop us off at Barnes Airport, close to our home and we spent another day at home doing laundry and then driving up 91 and headed for the cabin. We loved the sight of the lake. We turned and drove up the mountainside street to the end of the dead-end road and there in front of us was the Cabin. It was a truly marvelous looking blend of a traditional and modern log cabin. There was an ample parking pad at the end of the cabin and a covered walkway/porch to the front door. From the front porch in the winter, with the leaves off the trees, you’d be able to look down the mountainside and be able to see the lake. Now, with the summer upon us, the leaves were all out and the view was blocked in both directions. It felt very secluded and private up here on the mountainside.

The boys were thrilled with the place, as were Riley and I. The air was cooler than ours at home, but not chilly, I guessed correctly that the evenings and nighttimes would be cooler so I was glad we had all packed some sweatshirts in our luggage. Riley and I, unpacked the groceries we had brought as the boys took care of their own unpacking upstairs in the loft. We had told the boys we’d eat out tonight as a treat and we had already figured out where. A few miles back on our drive here we had passed an old fashioned drive-in restaurant that had carhops that served you your order in the car, and the boys were eager to check it out.

The car hops were on roller skates and the young woman who took our order was very friendly to us and the boys, paying them a bit of attention that they lapped up like cats do milk, but the young hunk who delivered our order was even more friendly and talkative. It was a Tuesday late afternoon before their dinner rush which we had been told was about 6:30 PM. These high school students were making some summertime money working, and they both had told us it was better than working the lake or cleaning rooms. He was very friendly and he smiled a lot as the boys called us Dad and Daddy and he seemed pleased to collect our tray when we loaded it up with all our trash. He said he hoped we had enjoyed our burgers and that we’d be back, and we told him we were here for a couple of weeks and we hoped to see him again. Riley was driving, so he had the tray clipped on his window, and when he passed the lad a tip ($5.00, just as we had left for our cheery order taker) a note was passed into Riley’s hand, folded so it wouldn’t be seen by anyone else.

We all waved goodbye to the guy and as we pulled out of the parking lot Riley passed me the note. The note was written in a very small print and you could tell it had been written in haste. He asked us to please stop and see him again, he had so many questions, so many things he wanted to ask us, about our relationship, our love, our family, and about how it all came about. He was almost 18 and just graduated from high school, and didn’t have anyone to ask about these things that he really wanted answers to, no, he had written, he needed the answers to. There was a phone number and the name “David” at the bottom of the note. We discussed the note and its implications later while the boys were rotating through their showers, getting ready for bed in the loft.

Riley and I thought the guy needed someone to talk to about being gay and had no one to ask questions of, so we decided we’d call David’s number after the drive-in closed, which we knew from the menu we had ordered from, and the receipt we had received after paying for our meals, was that car service ended at 9:30 PM. We called at 9:45 and David was thrilled to hear from us. He apologized for the note, but he really was afraid to talk in the open, as everyone knew everyone else’s business in town and he lived with his father still, as he didn’t have enough money yet to leave home or go away to technical school. His mom had left them about 15 years ago and his father was really strict. We told him where we were staying and he asked if he could come and spend some time with us tomorrow.

The next day he showed up for lunch, as we had suggested. David indeed was a good looking young man and it was Riley who first handled the questions as we sat on the porch and talked as the boys explored the back and side yards. The school David wanted to attend specialized in heating and air conditioning mechanics and he wanted to go there to get out of his father’s house. His father was one of those domineering types that kept a tight rein on everything David did. He said he only had eight hundred more dollars to earn and he’d have enough for his first year and a small boarding house room to live in near the vocational school which was three hundred miles from his hometown.

We then got on to the relationship questions he wanted to ask and we had been right, he wanted to know the basics of being gay. We asked why he hadn’t just looked things up on the internet, and he said his father periodically checked his viewing history on the only computer in their home, and he didn’t want to risk a beating from the man, the computers at his school had heavy parental blocks on them, and there were no public access computers at their public library yet. He had had feelings for other guys in school but hadn’t dared to act on them in their small town. I asked how long until he earned enough to go away to school and he thought he might have enough by Labor Day, or just after. Riley asked him just how much this vocational school was and when told how much the courses were we were stunned, the same schooling and training was half that price in a similar school in Springfield, and it was an accredited two year school that bestowed an associate’s degree on their graduates.

We sat with him at the kitchen counter and with the help of my laptop we showed him the money that he could save by attending the Springfield Vocational College, and we could even supply him with a room to use if he was willing to commute the 15 miles each way to classes. Ted and Ryan only had another 6 months until they graduated, and David did know a lot about horses, so we offered to help him if he worked alongside Ted and Ryan and shared their house with them, the guest house on our property. We told him he could take over their caretaker duties and keep his room at the guest house should they decide to move on after they graduated. He told us that as long as he could work for us, and not feel he was taking charity from us, then he would definitely do it. He would officially turn 18 the fifteenth of July, and if it was alright with us he’d pack his car and move down to our place a day or two later.

It was a lot for David to think about, but he thought we were being very generous toward him and he agreed that what we had proposed sounded good to him. We had to say it, before he even thought we might have an ulterior motive or two, that Riley and I were a devoted married couple, and the two guys we were proposing he share a house with were a couple also, but there were a lot more possibilities for him in our area then there were up here. He had to go to work at 5 so he left about 4:30 so he’d have time to change and he told us we’d definitely see him before we left for home, and we told him that if we were not here, we’d most likely be at the lake and he could stop by anytime.

After he was gone and we were fixing the boys their dinner Riley kept telling me about one of his senior students he thought David might just get along with very well. He had a student who was also going into the heating and air conditioning trade, and he had applied for and gotten accepted already at the trade college in Springfield, and he was going to be commuting from our town to classes during the week. He also thought the two guys had a lot more in common, but he thought Jeff had already had a little experience sexually as he thought Jeff and another guy had been boyfriends before the other guy had moved to the West coast with his parents over the New Year break. Riley was a born matchmaker and he said he only wanted everyone to be as happy as we were, I couldn’t agree more.

Our week went really well; the boys were exploring the yard and the woods, as long as Riley or I was with them, or at least nearby. We often strolled the paths in the woods, not that they were anything like our trails back home, I don’t think you could have ridden a horse through these woods, but the boys thought of it as an adventure, which for them it was. We spent every other day at the lake, once or twice taking the boys out in the boat and giving them a good tour of the coastline of the lake. David joined us a few times and pointed out properties he knew to the boys and showing us safe places to stop and swim along the way. He and the boys got along great and soon they were asking when David was coming over to play.

There was a day that we were going to spend at the cabin and David had agreed to take all three boys out in the woods for a hike, so Riley and I could have a few hours to ourselves without the boys around the cabin. David knew the area and the boys listened to him so we felt safe with him leading the boys. They set off and were barely out of sight when Riley and I were naked and exploring each other’s bodies. We were getting cleaned up after when Carter ran into the cabin, hollering for us. We rushed to him and he told us David needed us and we had to follow him to where David and the younger boys were. He did tell us that everyone was OK; just that David needed our help. We rushed to go out into the woods with him and soon we were about a half mile into the woods where Carter led us to David and Darryl and Allen.

David spoke to Carter for a few minutes and then the three boys went to pick blueberries from some bushes nearby. David took us up to a vantage point only a few hundred feet from where they had been waiting for us. It was a section of the mountainside that had separated from the body of the mountain and consisted of barren rock with some scrub growth here and there, but the views from the flat area were amazing. You could see for dozens of miles in a 180-degree panoramic view and I know I could have stood there for hours looking out on the view, but that wasn’t why David had led us here.

He pointed down the steep slope down to a small cabin off to the side of the centuries-old landslide. He said that cabin was a hunting lodge, long abandoned, since before he was a child. He asked us to watch it for a while and tell him what we thought. Riley and I looked at each other, like “what the heck was David thinking?” We trusted him so we looked down on the small cabin and watched. I think I noticed it first, there were three pails on the stoop at the front door of the cabin, and two of the three pails had water in them, and wash rags or face cloths were laid out on the rail of the stoop.

There wasn’t a clear path to the front of the cabin, but long grass had been trampled down from the edge of the woods to the front door. I don’t think you would have noticed that from ground level, but from up here it was obvious that someone was using the cabin, but to what purpose, and why was David so concerned? (Is this a good spot for a cliffhanger?)

No, we didn’t discuss anything until we had climbed back to the forest floor, a twenty-minute climb that David told us he had made with the boys a short time ago. When we settled down on a couple of felled tree trunks he told us why he was concerned. He explained that the property was owned by his family, that it had originally owned most of the mountainside, but as older relatives inherited they sometimes sold off parcels, like the land the cabin we were renting was on. All that was left of the original family holdings was the ten acres that the old hunting lodge sat on. His father had tried to make him a hunter and they had often used that cabin for overnights in the forest until he had grown old enough to refuse to hunt and was so involved with sports his father didn’t mind leaving him home alone while he went hunting for a weekend or more. David was in high school by then.

Then, about three years ago, young men and older boys began going missing. Many thought they had been runaways or had gotten picked up by hippies. There were five missing as far as David knew, and he had a feeling that someone, maybe even his father, was mixed up in this somehow. That cabin was supposed to be boarded up, only to be opened in the fall when hunting season opened, so his father and his friends had a shelter while on a day-long hunting trip.

He had a really bad feeling about the place and he was worried even more so as he had heard down in town today that a 13-year-old boy had not returned home from a hike yesterday. The boy was likely hiding from his abusive father, a situation David understood. The man was a friend of his own father and both men drank a lot, had no women in their lives, and were abusive toward their sons. Riley and I asked David to take the boys back to our place and to call the police once he got to where there was cell phone coverage, we were going to go to the hunting lodge and check it out, being strangers we figured we’d just pretend we were vacationers out for a walk in the woods and we got lost.

The boys were told to be quiet as they went back to the cottage with David and when they got there he would tell them everything. Riley and I went the long way around the landslide and were soon looking at the front of the cabin, deciding which one of us should approach first, when we heard a wail coming from the building. It was high pitched, not the bellow of a man, but of a young man or boy being hurt. We both moved rapidly to the front of the cabin and we broke through the door, and since the adult’s back was in front of me I grabbed the man by the collar as Riley snapped pictures of the half-naked man looming over the naked lad. Riley then went to the boy on the filthy mattress on the floor. The man struggled and I admit, I was stronger and bigger than him, but I felt we would all be safer if he was indisposed, so I gave him a punch in the gut and then tied him to one of the wooden chairs in the room, with Riley’s help. Riley told me the boy hadn’t yet been penetrated, and that he had only been taken by the man that afternoon in the woods, where he had been hiding out from his abusive father. The boy had just finished telling us this when the police arrived at the hunting cabin.

There was a lengthy round of questions for Riley, our new young friend Evan, and I as two policemen took David’s father away, and we told them what David’s suspicions were and why we were here at the cabin, which began a really thorough search of the cabin and the grounds around the cabin. After a while, a state trooper arrived with a forensic team and a cadaver dog and near the base of the landslide the dog went nuts and we were told that human remains had been found in a really low cave, created by the rocks and boulders of the landslide. Inside the low opening were seven bodies, two women and five young men and teens, it looked like.

We were escorted to our place and since no one objected we took Evan with us, I guess the police thought that the boy was safe with us, and he seemed to be bonding with us, I could see a call to Mary and Helen was in order as soon as we arrived at our rental, I figured they must have some connections up here in this neck of the woods.

The officer that had accompanied us to our place was having coffee with Riley as he asked David questions, primarily about his father’s abuse of him and what his father had said about his mother “running off”, the kind of questions Evan had been asked about his own “runaway mom”. Carter had taken Evan up to the loft and he was entrusted with seeing that Evan had a shower and clean clothes to wear for now. Darryl and Allen were told the bare facts and were now watching a kid’s movie on the TV in the living room, and I was on the landline talking to Mary and Helen who were still at their offices at the DCFS back in Springfield Ma

They did indeed have a contact up here and while I talked to Mary, giving her the particulars, Helen was calling her counterpart in the Vermont foster program, arranging for Evan’s transfer to her jurisdiction, and our custody. There were no known relatives of Evan or his father, and the man was being picked up as we spoke for interrogation as David’s father had implicated him as an accomplice in the deaths of those found in the rock cave on the hunting cabin’s property. With Evan’s custody arranged, and the officer’s questions for the day answered, he left and Riley and I had all the boys gather at the kitchen island and we had a kind of family meeting. All the boys had been watching the movie on the TV, Evan wearing some of Carter’s clothes, which fit him well.

They had been getting to know each other for the last hour the officer was there and we wanted to make sure Evan would be happy with what we had set up for his long-term living arrangements. At that point David came to the cottage, having finished with his question and answer hours, so he was also seated at the island when we announced that David and Evan were both coming to live with us back in Massachusetts. I asked if David still wanted to come down to us and he started tearing up, saying he was so afraid we wouldn’t want to help him after finding out about his father. We told him there might be times he’d have to come back, like for the trial of his father, but one or both of us would accompany him.

I then turned to Evan and asked if he thought he could get along with the other guys, and looking right at Carter, he said he was sure he could, in fact, it was like a dream coming true for him. Carter blushed but put his arm around Evan’s shoulders and the two stood proud and happy. Riley and I looked at each other and just shrugged our shoulders, this could get interesting. Since everyone agreed that David and Evan were indeed welcomed into our family, we sent David to work his shift at the drive-in and we gave him about a 45 minute head start and then went there ourselves, since Darryl and Allen were not ready yet to cook our dinner, or so they said, Riley said he thought they just wanted another meal out!

We arrived back at the cottage to get ready for our company coming in the morning, after making sure David was alright at work and hoping that word hadn’t spread too fast about his father’s arrest.

We needn’t have worried, David was a well-liked guy in town and no one was holding it against him that he had a murderer for a father, not to add that the police thought that the female bodies just might be David and Evan’s mothers.

The next day was one of those perfect summer days, not too hot and low humidity. We had just started to get lunch ready when Beth and Ben and the twins pulled in. Since it was just sandwiches, we, of course, stopped to help them get settled in and to make the introductions to Evan and David. Over plates of sandwiches and chips, we all talked and when the five younger boys went out to explore and play on the swings and the jungle gym outside in the side yard we explained to Beth and Ben the exact nature of David and Evan’s presence. They were so sympathetic and understanding that they had David weeping again, but for his being accepted, not in shame, and we told him our family was filled with enough love to be able to include him and Evan.

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