Randy Byrne was Cynthia's twenty year-old son from her first marriage.
Randy must have been a really good kid.
Dean could hear Randy taking a deep breath.
Randy quickly added, "We're going to get married."
Randy continued, "Ma's going to be... ."
Randy said, resignation in his voice.
God, Randy, it's your final year!
After they dragged Jen off to confession, the Calvias would stick around and rent the church for the wedding—if Randy was still alive.
Randy and Jen made a great pair and Dean knew it would all work out in the long haul.
At least Randy and Jen had years of history together, most of their education behind them, and what would ultimately prove to be supportive parents.
Randy continued to talk, more rapidly than necessary, mentioning a small wedding.
Silence followed until Randy said, "Hello?"
Dean acknowledged he was still there and started to make an excuse for Cynthia's exit but Randy cut him short.
Randy and Jen love each other.
She opened her purse and took out a picture of Randy Byrne and Jen.
Pumpkin looked at the picture of Randy Byrne, one leg up on a boulder, an I-own-the-world smile on his young face and Jen smiling at him with a look of love.
But here was twenty-year-old Randy Byrne, at the threshold of life, batting .362 with seventeen home runs, a slew of RBI's, and a glove that could stop a freight train, being offered the world!
It was just a silly game— unless of course, you'd played it like Randy Byrne.
Dean only caught snatches, but enough to know Cynthia was speaking to Rose, son Randy, and Jen.
"What about Randy?" he asked.
Randy got money—lots of it—just for signing a contract.
The second income would be a must if Randy were to attend college.
Dean described his conversation with Randy Byrne and detailed his reason for visiting the Whitney Motel.
While the case might be officially closed, Dean felt an obligation to Randy Byrne, as well as his own curiosity, to follow up the March fourth Whitney Motel incident.
Dean telephoned Cynthia Byrne next, but Randy answered.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Randy answered.
Randy had been told before school about the telephone call from Norfolk and she had dismissed his offer to fly down with her.
She asked for a few minutes to call Randy first and Dean took the time to telephone Fred, filling him in on the latest happenings.
Dean closed his eyes as Randy explained excitedly about an offer to play ball.
Dean promised to talk to Cynthia but Randy was devastated as he ended the call.
God, if Randy were here, I think I would beat him!
But Randy and Jen are adults.
He was a handsome kid who somehow reminded Dean of Cynthia's son, Randy, but more brash.
Randy, Martha, Fitzgerald, the Dawkins business....
Randy asked about Fred, and Dean related Fred's latest exploits with the bargains from the props of the play Boo!
It was the same when Randy was in high school.
"I think I'll call Randy," she said.
All I could think of was Randy and how lucky we are that he's got his act together in spite of this business with Jen—how much better off he is than Billy— and Jen than Melissa.
Besides, I'd heard the story in general from my mother all my life—not about Paul's involvement, but Josh the randy miner and teenage Edith.
Randy Byrne was joyously married with mother Cynthia in proud attendance, attired in her Radisson original dress.
When her son Randy, visiting Bird Song over his Christmas college break, had expressed an interest in the sport, she had a fit.
While Dean had wandered up to the area with Cynthia's son Randy on a few occasions, she had steadfastly stayed away.
Randy hitch-hiked out from college.
Cynthia's son Randy was on his way back to college.
How I wish Victor would choose more randy gents to turn.
He was the husband of Cynthia Cosgrove Byrne and the father of Randy Byrne, a Parkside High School senior.
"The son, Randy Byrne," Dean answered.
Another neighbor's husband drove to the high school for her son Randy, who was at baseball practice.
Randy was so good—so brave about it.
"But now Randy may have a chance for a baseball scholarship," she said proudly.
He and Randy have a bet going about it.
Randy Byrne was in his usual place at shortstop, but the young man was much more subdued than the last time Dean had seen him play.
"Randy and I tried to remember the day you said Jeff was absent from work," she said.
It was a Tuesday so I was at class and Randy at baseball practice—otherwise we remembered nothing.
Evidently it was Randy Byrne.
Randy Byrne was dressed in jeans and sweater and seemed at ease around adults, more so than most his age.
Dean patted him on the shoulder and started to leave but Randy stopped him.
Randy Byrne managed a smile but a fool could tell he wasn't buying.
Then he added, Maybe I'll look up this Ridner kid and ask him if the car was still there when he finished, but I'm just checking it out because I promised Randy Byrne I would.