Alfred came through the door being held open by the butler Dawson. Dawson was very much used to the young man now but his face showed a bit of surprise at seeing him. " I wasn't aware Gerald was expecting you , Mr. Giadello. Actually I don't think he was. He is currently at the gymnasium. "
Alfred was disappointed about not being able to see Gerald but also perplexed. He had received an email from Gerald about coming over at this time. Why would his boyfriend send him something like that if he wasn't going to be here? , he wondered as he huddled over the walker , feeling a definite strain to his back.
Suddenly he heard the voice of David HighTower calling him from Gerald's study. " Alfred , good to see you! Come in here. Want you to taste test something for me. "
Alfred rolled his eyes. He really did not like Dave much. First he had absolutely no respect for Gerald. Two he had treated Lyle Anderson like shit when they had once dated. Three he was just an asshole. But he wanted to sit down. His back and hip had been hurting him since he had first gotten up. And he was hoping Gerald would return soon. He was concerned about him. Yesterday had taken a lot out of them. But especially Gerald. The school was precious to him and he took everything about it to his heart.
Once in the room he was going to sit on the padded seat of his walker but Dave waved him over to the sofa he was sitting on. He had one glass of wine in his hand and another on the coffee table before him. " Come here. I want you to test out this new wine I found. If you like it I'm going to get a fresh new bottle for Uncle Gerald's birthday. "
Alfred shifted his body from his walker to the sofa and sighed as he leaned back against the overstuffed pillow behind him. " Isn't it a little early for wine ,David , ?"
Dave laughed casually. " It's never the wrong time for wine , Alfred ! "
He picked up the glass of what looked like red wine and handed it to him. Alfred hesitated and then decided to have a little. After yesterday he needed a little pick me up. He couldn't believe what had happened. He never ever dreamed that Diamond could do such a thing. Zora maybe. But not Diamond.
He sighed and took a sip. Then a deeper one. It was a unique favor to be sure. With something he could not put his finger on exactly.
" You look tense ," Dave said as he continued to drink. But all of a sudden his voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere far away. Alfred glanced at him and saw double of him. What the hell..... " Dave..... I don't feel.....so good. "
Dave smiled at him. His fingers reached out to stroke at Alfred's face. He leaned closer. " Don't worry, Alfred , baby. Dave's here to take care of you. "
To Be Continued In The Next Installment of Odds of Love Season Twelve.
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ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN
General FictionThe ongoing soap opera about the trials and tribulations of disabled math professor and genius Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC area.