Crossing Jordan by Shannon West

Author:Shannon West [West, Shannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
Publisher: MLR Press
Published: 2017-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Jace

Most of Saturday I spent lying around on my bed, making extravagant promises to my body to take better care of it in the future. By Sunday afternoon, I was up and around, in a manner of speaking, but moving very slowly. I cursed the name of Jose and avoided the sun like a vampire. Even the light inside the refrigerator made my head hurt.

Despite the weather being nice outside, I stayed in and spent most of the day watching old movies on the small TV in my bedroom, only venturing out briefly in the afternoon, wearing dark sunglasses and fortified by aspirin, to take Tyler for a walk to the ice cream store and back. Around five o’clock, my cell phone rang with a number I didn’t remember programming into my phone. It was Dale Snyder, the owner of the Shakespearean theater, The Bard’s Playhouse where Dylan was supposed to appear in a production of Othello. Dylan had been in many of their productions over the past three years, and was set to play, appropriately enough, the jealous, mad Iago.

The Playhouse, as it was known around town, was a small theater, seating only about a hundred people, stadium style and in the round. Not quite as popular as its counterpart, Shakespeare’s Tavern in midtown, it still had a devoted fan base and patrons that kept it in business.

I had met Dale Snyder on several occasions over the past three years, having attended all the opening nights of the plays Dylan appeared in and the after parties as well. Still it was a surprise to see his number come up when he called.

“Jace, how are you?” he asked in his big plummy actor’s voice when I answered. Dale wasn’t British, but he liked people to think he was. About fifty, he was a large guy, with a bushy red beard and shockingly blue eyes of a shade that I was pretty sure was enhanced by contacts. He always made me think of a lumberjack with his clothing choices—plaid shirts and jeans and big, workman type boots. At least six four, he was a bit overweight, but had strong, broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. Not at all what you might picture in your mind when you thought of a Shakespearean actor, though I’d seen him in a few parts, and he was really good. He and his wife owned the small theater and they both acted in and directed many of the plays. His wife Ann had inherited all the money, I’d heard, and it was still all in her name. She gave the impression of ruling the roost both in the theater and at home.

“I’m okay, Dale. How are you?”

“I’m calling to invite you to a press conference tonight at the theater. Sorry for the late notice, but I hope you’ll come. I’ve contacted some local media and they’ve promised to be there—all the news channels and the Atlanta Journal has promised to send a reporter too.

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