(The McQuilkin family is in the car, backing out of the driveway. The garage door has just closed.)
The Wild One (searching her purse): “Where are my sunglasses?”
The Director and Me: ……
The Wild One (to The Director): “Josh, here’s my keys. I left my sunglasses inside. They are on the desk just inside. Go get them, okay?”
The Director: “Okay.”
(The Director exits the car and goes into the house through the front door.)
(We wait………a cell phone rings.)
Me (feeling for my cell phone): “That’s yours, hon.”
(The Wild One picks up her cell phone. It’s The Director, calling from inside.)
The Wild One: “Hello?….They aren’t there??….Where could they be?…I could have sworn…..(to me) He’s looking for them…..What?… (annoyed) He’s…forget it, he won’t find them. He never can find…I’m going in.” (slams phone shut and gets out)
(The Wild One approaches the front door and sees her reflection in the storm door. Sound of hysterical laughter.)
(The Wild One turns around. Her sunglasses are on her face. None of us noticed.)
Wayward Son
Musician. Composer. Recovering perfectionist. Minister-in-transition. Lover of puns. Hijacker of rock song references. Questioner of the status quo.
I'm not really a rebel. Just a sincere Christ-follower with a thirst for significance that gets me into trouble. My quest has taken me over the fence of institutional Christianity. Here are some of my random thoughts along the way. Read along, join in the conversation. Just be nice.
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