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After Jamison left I spent most of my time hanging around his cottage. His aura remained, keeping me close to his side until I left the farm, at summer’s end. He left behind presents I suspected meant as clues for me to explore the mysterious life he nurtured since he arrived. One was a DVD of the movie, Auntie Mame. He edited the end with the message regarding my chimes. “Whenever someone complains about their beautiful music, just remember Vera Charles screaming at Rosalind Russell about “Those damn bells." Remember they made too much racket in the play they were cast in.” That day I watched the movie I equated Jamison to Auntie Mame and me to Patrick Dennis. He was my tutoring uncle and me the naïve nephew, needing guidance in life.
One day, while fantasizing Jamison’s presence, I found, Tad, my only friend from school, admiring my chimes. We watched the movie together, laughing throughout and implementing the message “Live”, afterward. I related my secrets about my protégé, Jamison. Our shared attraction to men, and ultimately each other, unraveled the links of the chains inhibiting our yearnings. We made love to the sound of those damn syncopated bells.