The Calling by Jeffrey Hancock

Author:Jeffrey Hancock
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-03-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

As I woke, I saw the time. It is late. Who could be pounding on our door?

“Nathan, who do you think it is?” Char asked.

“I don’t know. Go check on Mo, and make sure she is okay. Things have been so crazy in our lives, I’m a little worried. If you hear gunfire, the both of you bug-out.” The pounding became more urgent. I grabbed my 45 from the gun safe. Checking the safety, I slid in the magazine and chambered a round. I am not about to take any chances. There has been a slew of home invasions lately, and I won’t let our home be one.

At the front door, standing a couple of paces away to give me some time if they break down the door. “You at the door, identify yourself. I have a gun, and I will use it!”

“Nathan, it’s Matt and company.”

I looked through the peephole. It is Matt and a major percentage of the cast. I yelled at the crowd through the door. “Are you guys drunk? It’s o-dark-thirty, and I was asleep!”

“We have news, and it can’t wait until morning.”

“Alright, give me a minute,” I put the safety back on my gun and put it away. After putting on my robe, I stuck my head into Mo’s room and told Char everything is fine, and she can go back to sleep. After that, I began storming to the front door.

“Okay, what’s so important you couldn’t wait until tomorrow to tell me?” I asked as I opened the door. Everyone begun pushing past me to gather in the living room. All the cast members are holding newspapers, and waving them about as they are filing in. Looking at Matt, “What gives?”

Before Matt could answer, Charlene came in her robe. Matt acknowledged her, “Sorry for waking you, Ms. Embers…”

Char spoke right up, “It’s Mrs. Embers if you please.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Embers, but this news can’t wait.” Matt took a newspaper from under his arm and handed it to me. “Read it out loud so everyone can hear.”

“Parents outraged over the handling of…”

“Nathan, read the review of our production. You’re just as bad as the rest of them!” Matt exclaimed.

I cleared my throat and began. “This reviewer must do something I have never done before: I must contradict my earlier review of Man of La Mancha. When I first saw this production, I was appalled. I could go through my whole earlier review, but that is, excuse the cliché, old news. Now, I am here to sing its praises. I didn’t want to see it a second time, but I was asked by a very pretty young woman to give it a second chance. She was most convincing. I am not sure exactly why I agreed to see it again, but for whatever reason, I am glad I did. The closing night for Man of La Mancha restored this reviewer’s faith in the theater and its people. The whole cast came together under what must have been the leadership of the new Don Quixote.

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