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      	  B:Easter Vigil 
 by Dee Gilles	

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 Benny & Ray 31 Easter Vigil Dee Gilles Rated PG

 Mid April had ushered in unseasonable, yet welcome warmth to Chicago.
Sophia was glad. It made her Benito's baptism and confirmation all the
more of a blessing; it was like an omen of good things to come.

 Over the past two years, Ben Fraser had truly become like another son to
her. When Ben had moved in with the family for a few months over two years
ago, they had really bonded once they had spent some quality alone
together- just the two of them- with no noisy Raimundo, or Francesca, or
children.

 She had discovered that in some ways, he was a lot like her estranged
son. There was something about his body language and mannerism that
reminded her very strongly of Paul. But unlike Paul, Benito let her in. He
wasn't hostile, and angry, and suspicious the way that Paul had become in
his teenage years. 

 Benito had completed the RCIA process which was necessary of all adults
who wished to convert to Catholicism. He was one of four adults taking
their first communion on this day before Easter.

 As his godmother in this ceremony, Sophia stood behind the young man, a
ceremonial show of support. She felt privileged to hear her niece Valerie
singing "Ubi Caritas" in the traditional Latin. She had a rich deep
contralto in which she sang the ancient song. 

 Ubi caritas et amor Deus ibi est Congregavit nos in unum Christi amor
Exsultemus et in ipso jucundemur Et ex corde diligamus nos sincere 

 Sophia was glad that they had finally arrived at this point. The past
nine months had been difficult for Ben. After his poor dog had died
suddenly of gastric dilation, Ben had fallen into a dark well. 

 The vet had told Ben that the condition had been brought on by a
combination of an overly full stomach, and prolonged, rigorous activity.
The stomach had simply twisted and twisted until it closed up like a water
balloon, blocking adequate blood flow to and from the heart as the stomach
had expanded with gas, compressing blood vessels. The vet had surmised
that Diefenbaker was to Alaskan Malamute, and the species was commonly
struck down by this often-fatal condition. Sophia remembered with a chill
a comment that Ben had made about `Dief's gluttony being the death of
him,' and laughing eerily. It was the closest she saw him come to
hysterical grief. Mostly, he did his best to remain stoic in the face of
his loss. It was clear that he was depressed and struggling to get past
it, yet he never uttered a word of complaint to anyone.

 Luckily, he had his schoolwork and job to help give him a sense of
purpose. And more importantly, Ben had her Raimundo to see him through.
She was glad for both of them. She had known about the two of them for a
long time; Ben had confessed it to her a few days after Ray disappeared
after Frannie had outed her brother.

 But Sophia had known long before then. There was no way that she could
have seen the looks that the two of them shared, both living under the
same roof, and not understand what it meant. She remembered how sad
Raymond got as he told her that Ben had decided to go on vacation to
Canada without him. She remembered how doe-eyed and quiet he'd become in
Ben's absence. She had been in love a few times and knew all the signs of
love-sickness. 

 She had only wished that it was Raimundo who had told her about the two
of them; she was not some bumpkin who wouldn't understand the nature of
the relationship. She understood and accepted how the world was today.

 Life, of late, seemed to be hurtling forward at a breakneck pace. Maria's
sixth child, Marissa Antonia Moretti had been born the day before
Thanksgiving. In February, Ray had learned that his boss had put him on
the promotion list for sergeant. Ben was almost done with his first year
of college, and Francesca had been married for fifteen months now, which
was quite an accomplishment for Francesca. And now it was April and the
daffodils were blooming. 

 This morning, she and Ben had shared an early breakfast, as they did on
many Sundays. It was their quiet time together to catch up on the
goings-on in one another's lives. The things they said to one another,
they shared with no one else. Ben had made oatmeal for the two of them,
and he had topped both the large bowls off with bananas, applesauce, and a
bit of cinnamon. It was a filling meal. He was dressed in all white for
his confirmation, and from his neck hung a St. Michael's medal that
dangled from a silver chain. St. Michael was the patron saint of police
officers, and the medal was very similar to the chain she had given
Raymond on his graduation from the Academy. Ben had told her that it was a
gift from Ray.

 "And how are things between you and Raymond now, Benton?" she had asked.

 "Things are splendid. And only getting better," he said.

 The relationship had been tested over the academic year since Ben, deeply
engrossed in his schoolbooks and the demands of running a consulate
smoothly, had not been able to devote as much time and attention to Ray as
he might have otherwise. This had not sat well with Raymond. Not at all.

 Thankfully, Ben's freshmen year was drawing to a close in one month's
time, and he had promised Ray that he would use a few personal/sick days
for the two of them to go away by themselves and reconnect. 

 "Have you decided where you're going to go?" she asked.

 "San Padre Island. Elaine's sister Francine and her husband have a
cottage on the beach. They were good enough to offer it to us."

 "Oh! I've never been to Texas," she said, "but I hear the coast there is
very pretty. I'm surprised you're not going down to Gigi's."

 "Well... between me and you, I think Ray very much likes the idea of
going someplace where neither one of us knows anybody; he feels more
at-ease."

 "Yes, I can understand that. The life he is now leading...it's not easy
for him. I hope you understand how much he loves you, Benito, to do this
for you."

 "I know," Ben said quietly. "Likewise, I hope he realizes how much I love
him to be doing this for him." He had said, indicating his impending
baptism and confirmation by touching his St. Michael's medal.

 Sophia felt some considerable surprise. She hadn't realized all of this
was for Ray. Benito truly was a remarkable man. But as proud as she was to
have Ben as a practicing Catholic, a tiny part of her worried that Ben was
submerging himself too much into Ray and their culture. She hoped he would
remember to be true to himself, also. She had sacrificed too many parts of
herself for Sal, in the end, it was only she that had suffered. Sal did
not care about her sacrifices for him or for children.

 Sophia and Ben's quiet time had come to a sudden end with the eruption of
noise tumbling down the stairs, in the form of Paul and Raphy. Shortly
after, they had heard the wails of little Marissa, followed by Tony
shouting at his boys for waking the little girl after he had just gotten
her to sleep. 

 Ray's car had pulled into the driveway a few moments after that, and the
family had loaded up in the family wagon and in Ray's car for the short
drive to the church.

 Presently, the confirmation ceremony proceeded with the procession of
chrism, and the laying on hands by Bishop Bruno. Next, the candidates'
foreheads were anointed with the holy oil, as the family looked on from
the pews. Raymond sat in the front pew, holding his baby niece, who was
sound asleep in his arms. Next to Ray was Maria, Tony, and their next two
youngest, eight-year-old Rosanna and Donny, eleven. Valerie had taken a
seat next to Ray after her solo. 

 Sophia only wished that Francesca had been able to make it. She said she
was going to come, but then, inexplicable cancelled at the last minute.
Typical Francesca, Sophia thought, as she placed a hand on Ben, who along
with the other candidates, was now kneeling in front of the baptismal font
in the sanctuary. She wondered if Francesca would ever mature enough to
care beyond her own immediate wants and think of her obligations to family
sometime. In all this time, Francesca had only been home once, at
Thanksgiving. She had arrived solo. She had little to say about her
husband or marriage. Sophia was certain that was not a good sign.

 She turned her attention back to the bishop. "Linda, be sealed with the
gift of the Holy Spirit," he intoned to the first candidate. He went down
the short row, anointing in the fragrant oil. "Ruth, be sealed in the gift
of the Holy Spirit." He made the sign of the cross on her forehead.
"Benton, be sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit." Another cross.
"James, be sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit. Maria, be sealed with
the gift of the Holy Spirit. Amen."

 "Peace be with you," said Bishop Bruno.

 The newly confirmed responded, "And also with you."

 And with that, the ceremony was concluded. The Bishop gave each newly
minted Catholic a handshake, with a peck on the cheek for the women. 

 The families approached the front and surrounded their respective loved
ones. Sophia gave Ben a kiss and hug. Maria gave Ben a hug and kiss also.
Ray handed the baby to Tony and hugged Ben. Tony shook his hand. The
family filed down the aisle with the other celebrants and their families.
Time to celebrate. Pat Scarpetti had a feast of a lunch waiting for them
at his restaurant. She was looking forward to a meal that she didn't have
to cook herself.

 Ray led the way out of the church, taking fast and confident strides. Ray
came to an abrupt halt, and Tony, up ahead, ran into him. The rest of them
almost ran into Tony. It reminded her of a Marx Brothers movie. She peered
around Tony's bulk to see what had caused Ray to stop so abruptly.

 What she saw made her almost faint dead away. As it was, she went weak in
the knees, and grabbed on to Ben, walking beside her, for support.

 Her youngest daughter Francesca stood at the back of the church,
expectantly waiting for them. Truly, it was a miracle of Easter. Next to
Fran stood her Paul Vecchio, the prodigal son returned at last.

 Finis	
  

End B:Easter Vigil by Dee Gilles 

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