Tuesday, May 1, 2018
Dream On ~ Part 11
Arlyn hurried to the door. She opened it and bit back a laugh. Cordel was standing in front of her on one foot and holding the biggest back of baby carrots she had ever seen.
He smiled and gestured to his foot. “Starting on the right foot today.”
Arlyn let herself smile. “Thank you for being on time. Please come in.”
He crossed the threshold, bowed his head, and held out the carrots in a dramatic gesture. “I acted like a complete jerk yesterday. Truth is I’m used to people waiting on me when I’m late, even though I know how rude it is. I set the tone all wrong for our meeting. Please accept this bounty of carrots and my most humble apology.”
“I will accept your carrots, but I do have a condition,” said Arlyn.
Cordel held up his fingers in the Boy Scout salute. “I promise, on my honor as a Boy Scout, I will be on time and respect your schedule.”
Arlyn laughed and shook her head. “No, that you also accept my apology. I acted like a jerk yesterday …”
“We both did,” countered Cordel. “So we start over?”
Arlyn took the carrots. “Let’s do.” She gestured to the table. “Please have a seat.”
As he walked to the table, she closed the door and put the carrots in the fridge. “So were you really a Boy Scout?”
Cordel smiled, showing off his dimple. “I was.”
Arlyn made her way to the table and opened her folder. “Did the Boy Scouts spark your love of myths and legends with all those campfire stories?”
Cordel shook his head. “I was the kid telling the scary stories around the campfire. My dad was a big believer in Big Foot. My mother said he was telling me stories while I was still in her belly.” He laughed. “After hearing all those stories, she still won’t go camping. She claims it’s the mosquitoes, but I think she’s afraid of the dark.”
“Did you and your dad search for Big Foot?” asked Arlyn.
“Oh yeah,” said Cordel, “we went camping almost every weekend. My dad also taught me how to track during those trips.”
“You must’ve been the most popular Boy Scout, then,” said Arlyn.
“Actually.” Cordel rubbed my jaw. “I wasn’t, besides my campfire stories, I was pretty much a loner. The other scouts thought I was cocky.”
Arlyn gave him a smirk. “Not you.”
“I’ve always been the type of person that wants to share my knowledge with the world. I can do that now with my show, but as a kid I just vomited everything I knew to anyone who would listen, whether they cared or not.”
“Vomited?” Arlyn raised her eyebrows.
“That’s why I’m leaving the writing to you,” he said with a wink. “I’m sure you can find a better way to express I was a know-it-all kid.”
“Have any of those Boy Scouts had second thoughts since your success?” asked Arlyn.
Cordel shook his head. “I’m pretty sure they all still think of me as that know-it-all kid, but now I’m a rich know-it-all, traveling the world, doing amazing things, and what they think doesn’t keep me up at night.”
“I imagine it doesn’t,” said Arlyn. “What I can imagine is that your dad must be pretty proud of all you’ve accomplished. Does he ever get the chance to go out on location with you?”
Cordel’s smile faded.
*** Jennifer McMurrain will be attending the OWFI conference this week, so the next episode will be on Tuesday, May 8th. ***