"Hey, friend, why so glum?" Jack asked Ennis as he touched his arm, lightly. Ennis dropped the stick he used to poke the embers of the campfire. "Ah, Jack, I gotta move in with my brother for awhile. It looks like the owner of my house is selling, and I have a few weeks to get my things together and find somewhere else to go." Jack considered what Ennis just said, and he saw another opportunity to pitch his case for a sweet life together. "Well, living with K.E. won't be so bad, would it?" Jack inquired. Ennis shook his head. "Jack, the last time I had to move in with my big brother was one of the worst times of my life. One night at dinner I asked for seconds of pot roast and he flipped his lid!" Ennis shook visibly as he related the story, and ran his fingers through his sandy colored hair. Jack was silent, but he didn't like what he was hearing. "K.E. embarassed me in front of his whole family," Ennis continued, his voice quivering. "He told me that if I want some more food I had better contribute to the grocery bill, or I would be out on the street looking for somewhere else to live." Ennis covered his eyes with a shaky hand at the memory. Jack was appalled and hung his head low. He always wanted a male sibling, but after hearing about Ennis' treatment at the hand of his own brother, Jack was happy to be an only child.
"You should have told me you were on the verge of being homeless, Friend," Jack whispered. "Look, I don't have to stay married to Lureen, you know that." Ennis looked up at Jack, nervous now, but he allowed him to continue. "If you say the word, I can have us a place together in a few days," Jack exclaimed. Ennis stared at his lover. "Thanks for the offer, Jack, but I can't ask you to do that. You have your family that needs you. Don't worry about me, I'll be okay." Ennis lifted Jack's fallen chin with a gentle finger. Jack nodded and leaned in for a kiss. "You should let me take care of this," Jack spoke into Ennis' ear. "Its all I've ever wanted." "I'll be okay," is all that Ennis could manage.
Ennis cooked a decent supper of pork chops with apple sauce, new potatoes and collard greens. Jack ate his fill and sat down on the ground right beside his lover. "Fine dinner, friend," Jack exclaimed as he rubbed his bloated belly. "Thanks so much..I really enjoyed it," Ennis nodded and smiled. Jack took the smile as further encouragement. "I...I would sure like to be fed like that every night, Ennis," Jack ventured. "Lureen is a decent cook, but she can't hold a candle to you. Who would have thought that my boyfriend is a better cook than my wife?" Ennis flinched a bit at the mention of "boyfriend," but Jack didn't seem to notice. "You like it, then?" Ennis rubbed Jack's ample stomach. "I wouldn't mind cooking for you, Rodeo. You always seem so grateful after you eat my cooking. I can get used to the compliments." Jack straightened up and looked Ennis straight in the eyes. "Think about it, Ennis," Jack said, serious. "It can be like this for the rest of our lives. Just thing about it." Ennis found himself weakening a bit. "I'll think about it, Rodeo, Ennis said, quietly. I'll think about it.