Chapter 47

“Believe me, I will.” 17

Thursday was Thanksgiving. Not that Jim could celebrate it. He’d gotten a call late the previous evening from one of the theater’s owners, telling him to show up at the theater the next morning to meet the new director.

“There go our plans,” Jim grumbled before calling Alan. “I’m sorry, but our date for Thanksgiving dinner is off,” he said as soon as Alan answered, explaining why.

“It doesn’t seem fair that they’re making all of you do that on Thanksgiving,” Alan replied. “But I guess I understand.”

“Thanks. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Now, Jim walked into the costume shop to find a middle-aged woman he’d never seen before chatting with his crew.

She turned, smiling at him. “You must be Jim Foster. I’m Eleanor Carter. I’ll be directing the next show. Sorry to mess with everyone’s Thanksgiving plans, but the sooner we get started, the better.”

“Nice to meet you,” he replied with a bit of hesitation.