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Excerpt: My Fair Laddie

Below is an excerpt from MY FAIR LADDIE that hasn’t been published anywhere. You can find a full description and in depth excerpts here. But I like to publish a little of something that hasn’t been published anywhere in case people are still wondering. And if there are any questions about any books, feel free to e-mail me. I can’t promise I’ll get back immediately, but I will get back.

As Harlan walked to his desk, Larvin followed him. “I’m not so sure I want Wilbur back,” Larvin said. “And if you want to keep him around for a while, it might be the best thing for everyone. You get your young boy, and I get some peace of mind. But I can’t let you have him for nothing, you see. I’m interested in talkin about an arrangement. I’m just takin advantage of my rights as Harlan’s father, and you surly don’t think I’d just let a good lookin young boy go like that for nothin.” He looked Harlan up and down and smiled. “You look like one of the good ones, Dr. Henderson.”

“Good ones?” Harlan said, holding his chin in his palm.

“Yeah,” Larvin said. “You know, real classy, like a real man. You’re not one of them lady-boy poufs, with a limp wrist and a swishy walk. You don’t pluck your eyebrows, talk with no lisp, or wear no make-up. Why you could pass for a straight guy any time, you could. And I can’t fault you none if you have a likin for innocent young guys like me Wilbur.”
Fritz cleared his throat. He’d remained silent until then. “You should be aware, Larvin, there’s nothing wrong going on here. Everything Dr. Henderson is doing with Wilbur is completely legitimate and strictly professional. Dr. Henderson is an excellent linguist and teacher, with the best reputation.”
Larvin laughed and covered his lips. “I’ll bet he’s very good at what he does. If he wasn’t, I’d ask for two thousand.”
“Are you saying that you’d sell your own son for two thousand dollars?” Harlan asked. Harlan had been around and back, but he’d never met anyone like this man before.
“Do you have any morals?” Fritz asked.
Larvin shrugged and looked at Darvin. Darvin was biting the nail on his thumb now. His face was turned sideways and he was chewing with his back teeth. “When you’re as poor as me,” Larvin said, “you can’t afford to have morals.” Then he sat in the chair across from Fritz and sighed. “Look at me, I got a homosexual son, a wife who won’t leave the house, and a half-witted homosexual nephew over there standing against the wall suckin on his fingers. I ain’t seen England since the day I left and I’m stuck in that rat hole where I live until the day I die. I’m only askin for one thousand dollars. Just for all it took to raise me Wilbur and get him ready for the likes of men like Dr. Henderson.”
Harlan rolled his eyes and laughed. He patted Fritz on the shoulder and said, “Since he put it this way, maybe I should give him two thousand instead of one. Just because he’s such a good Christian.” Then he walked behind his desk and reached for his check book.
Larvin stood up. “Oh no,” he said. “I only want one thousand, is all. I wouldn’t feel right takin a penny more than that. I have me own limits.”
Fritz stood up and took a deep breath. While Harlan wrote the check, he rubbed his jaw and said, “Too bad gay marriage isn’t legal, Harlan. If it were, you could just marry Wilbur and it would be much cheaper.”
Harlan ignored Fritz. He knew Fritz was joking, and he didn’t want to start a new conversation about marrying Wilbur. His only interest in Wilbur was academic. And now that he knew what Wilbur’s background was really like, he was even more determined to make something out of the boy to keep him away from these wretched people.
“I just don’t understand why you people are always goin on about gettin married,” Larvin said. “I never married Wilbur’s mother. Didn’t see a reason for it.”