About Rosemary for Remembrance
by Syd McGinley
47 pages / 13200 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-162-3
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Retired rent boy Tim and his bear-sir Ari continue their crusade against
gay elder abuse. Along with May-December couple Cal and Otis, they develop a
member-run retirement home that’s not only gay but D/s friendly. They dream
of a community that lets their elders age with dignity. But they didn’t
reckon on a hostile neighbor, one of Tim’s old clients applying to join, or
a couple's bullying family.
Tim discovers he learns just as much from his elders' memories as from
sharing their lives, but he finds himself questioning the depths of his and
Ari’s boy-sir relationship. Will they hold it together as they witness the
heart-wrenching decision an old-guard sir and his boy face?
Tim and Ari were first seen in Cheap Racket in the Hard for the Money anthology.
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"Rosemary for Remembrance" takes place two years after the events of "A
Cheap Racket" in the Hard for the Money anthology.
Tim was used to kneeling, but he was aching and getting irritable in the hot
sun. Ari had sworn up and down that it would be a pleasant chore -- some
weeding of the Mo and Sal Vittorio memory garden and then raking the gravel
of the driveway of the Lavender Lodge.
"It is not the Lavender Lodge," Ari had said patiently as they drove over.
"Or the Violet Villa."
"Or Pink Palisades," said Otis, from the backseat.
"Or Rainbow Retirement," added Cal, tucked next to Otis.
"Well, it needs a better name," insisted Tim. "And, until it gets one, I'm
calling it the Lavender Lodge. The North Shore Gay Men's Senior Housing
Cooperative Project is too much of a mouthful." He leered at Ari. "Even for
me!"
Ari had just snorted and worked the gears of their chugging old diesel. Otis
and Cal returned to kvetching about the membership meeting that afternoon.
Two new members had applied for the single remaining spot, and the co-op was
already getting anxious about who they would accept. Otis was saying he felt
he should claim his own spot as he was going to be sixty-six next week, and
Cal was, not unreasonably, panicking at moving into a senior housing project
in his early thirties. Tim had tuned them out. He didn't really care so long
as it was someone who needed their community.
Weeding was for losers, decided Tim. He had grit under his knees and his
face itched. Only the presence of his cuddly master, Ari, kept him working.
Aristotle Nikopolidis was seriously bearish and totally soft-hearted despite
his Bluto-with-body-modifications appearance. Since Tim had quit hustling
and agreed to be Ari's boy, life had been good. Not peaceful exactly, but
busy and purposeful. Tim had taken a few classes, and the occasional temp
position, but mostly served Ari. He only worried a bit about his finances,
and resisted the urge to tinker with his portfolio. Ari had a strict "no day
trading" policy, and Tim's nest egg was safely chugging along in
conservative investments.
Unlike his poor balls -- they were not happy in these cute shorts and with
this kneeling. Of course, Ari had said real work shorts, not flaunting ones,
so it was Tim's own fault that his boys were now in a bind.
Ari jounced by on the lawn tractor, and waved amiably at his kneeling boy.
It was a John Deere, but Neal, one of the co-op members, had painted on a
pink stripe and rechristened it Jane Doe. Tim narrowed his eyes. That looked
suspiciously like a beer in the cup holder. Tim wouldn't mind -- Ari only
had a few beers now and then -- but he was thirsty, too! He stood, adjusted
his balls, and stretched. He'd give himself permission for a lemonade break.