after that Jarrod was surrounded by his family, his girlfriend, Morgan, and his closest friends, each taking turns hugging and congratulating him. He was on an emotional high that he’d never experienced before and perhaps never would again in this lifetime.
That evening a family celebration was in order. After going home, taking a shower, and changing into a fresh pair of jeans and a black button-down shirt, Jarrod and his family headed out to dinner to one of the finest seafood restaurants in the area, the Waterfront. Jarrod’s mouth was watering at the mere thought of digging into their famous surf ‘n turf.
Close to three hours later, with bellies heartily filled beyond capacity, the Wentworths returned home. Jarrod asked if it would be alright for him and Alec to celebrate with a few friends at a party later.
“Yeah, sure,” Jim replied. “But not too late, okay? You still have to meet with Mr. Wyatt sometime tomorrow, and I don’t think it would be in your best interest for you to show up looking tired and haggard. And no drinking anything other than soda!”
“Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll just hang with the guys for a bit, and then come home. I’ll call Mr. Wyatt now, before they pick us up.”
“No Morgan tonight?” asked Janet, referring to his girlfriend.
“I’ll meet up with her at the party.”
“Oh yay,” said Alec sarcastically. Janet gave Alec a stern look of warning while Jarrod opted to simply ignore him and headed straight for the phone in the kitchen, pulling Mr. Wyatt’s business card from his back pocket. Before dialing he stared down at the card for a moment. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and whispered a quick prayer as he released the air. He nervously began to dial, but stopped because his hand was shaking so much. Janet, who was standing nearby watching him, quietly walked over. She gently took the phone and card out of his hand and laid her right hand softly on his cheek.
“It’s going to be fine, you’ll see,” she said. “One step at a time, okay? Right now you’re just calling to set up an appointment.” Her soothing voice seemed to calm him down immediately. He took another deep breath and nodded. She kissed him gently on the cheek, returned the phone and card to his hand, and quietly left the room, allowing him privacy.
Jarrod dialed slowly this time and listened as the phone rang on the other end.
“Hello?” said Mr. Wyatt.
“Hi, Mr. Wyatt?” asked Jarrod.
“Yes, it is,” said the scout.
“This is Jarrod Wentworth, sir.”
“Ah, Jarrod. Glad you called. How you doin’, son? All done celebratin’?”
“Not quite yet. Still working on it. I just came back from dinner with my family, and I’ll be heading out in a bit to celebrate with the rest of the team and some friends.” He nervously began to pace back and forth in the small kitchen.
“Good, good. Just don’t overdo it, son. So, let’s see. Why don’t we set up our meetin’ for tomorrow? I have a few things to do in the mornin’, but do you think you and your folks could meet with me in the afternoon, maybe around three or so?”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever works best for you. Where would you like to meet? You’re more than welcome to come to our house, or we can meet you at your hotel.” Jarrod quickly ran over to the counter and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen so he could jot down the information.
“Why don’t y’all meet me in the coffee shop here at the inn? I’m stayin’ at the White Swan Inn on River Road in Edgewater. Do you know where that is?”
“Yes, sir. I do.”
“Good. So then let’s plan on that then. Three tomorrow in the coffee shop. I look forward to seein’ you again and meetin’ your parents.”
“Same here, sir. Thank you.”
“No problem, son. Now don’t forget, don’t overdo it tonight.”
“I won’t, sir.”
“See you tomorrow, Jarrod.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Wyatt,” said Jarrod before hanging up the phone and turning around to
That evening a family celebration was in order. After going home, taking a shower, and changing into a fresh pair of jeans and a black button-down shirt, Jarrod and his family headed out to dinner to one of the finest seafood restaurants in the area, the Waterfront. Jarrod’s mouth was watering at the mere thought of digging into their famous surf ‘n turf.
Close to three hours later, with bellies heartily filled beyond capacity, the Wentworths returned home. Jarrod asked if it would be alright for him and Alec to celebrate with a few friends at a party later.
“Yeah, sure,” Jim replied. “But not too late, okay? You still have to meet with Mr. Wyatt sometime tomorrow, and I don’t think it would be in your best interest for you to show up looking tired and haggard. And no drinking anything other than soda!”
“Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll just hang with the guys for a bit, and then come home. I’ll call Mr. Wyatt now, before they pick us up.”
“No Morgan tonight?” asked Janet, referring to his girlfriend.
“I’ll meet up with her at the party.”
“Oh yay,” said Alec sarcastically. Janet gave Alec a stern look of warning while Jarrod opted to simply ignore him and headed straight for the phone in the kitchen, pulling Mr. Wyatt’s business card from his back pocket. Before dialing he stared down at the card for a moment. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and whispered a quick prayer as he released the air. He nervously began to dial, but stopped because his hand was shaking so much. Janet, who was standing nearby watching him, quietly walked over. She gently took the phone and card out of his hand and laid her right hand softly on his cheek.
“It’s going to be fine, you’ll see,” she said. “One step at a time, okay? Right now you’re just calling to set up an appointment.” Her soothing voice seemed to calm him down immediately. He took another deep breath and nodded. She kissed him gently on the cheek, returned the phone and card to his hand, and quietly left the room, allowing him privacy.
Jarrod dialed slowly this time and listened as the phone rang on the other end.
“Hello?” said Mr. Wyatt.
“Hi, Mr. Wyatt?” asked Jarrod.
“Yes, it is,” said the scout.
“This is Jarrod Wentworth, sir.”
“Ah, Jarrod. Glad you called. How you doin’, son? All done celebratin’?”
“Not quite yet. Still working on it. I just came back from dinner with my family, and I’ll be heading out in a bit to celebrate with the rest of the team and some friends.” He nervously began to pace back and forth in the small kitchen.
“Good, good. Just don’t overdo it, son. So, let’s see. Why don’t we set up our meetin’ for tomorrow? I have a few things to do in the mornin’, but do you think you and your folks could meet with me in the afternoon, maybe around three or so?”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever works best for you. Where would you like to meet? You’re more than welcome to come to our house, or we can meet you at your hotel.” Jarrod quickly ran over to the counter and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen so he could jot down the information.
“Why don’t y’all meet me in the coffee shop here at the inn? I’m stayin’ at the White Swan Inn on River Road in Edgewater. Do you know where that is?”
“Yes, sir. I do.”
“Good. So then let’s plan on that then. Three tomorrow in the coffee shop. I look forward to seein’ you again and meetin’ your parents.”
“Same here, sir. Thank you.”
“No problem, son. Now don’t forget, don’t overdo it tonight.”
“I won’t, sir.”
“See you tomorrow, Jarrod.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Wyatt,” said Jarrod before hanging up the phone and turning around to
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