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Maverick, in khakis and a midnight blue polo, slid into the booth opposite Lia. “Sorry I’m late. One of the ushers thought he saw a mouse, and everybody went crazy. Took a while to calm the masses.”
Lia chuckled. “I thought the usher’s job was to seat people at the beginning of service. What role do they play when service is over?”
Maverick tapped his fingers on the table. “None, normally, and I don’t think today’s theatrics did anything to change that.”
“I don’t like suspense in my movies, books, or lunch conversation. Spill it. What did the usher do?”
“There’s a reason you and I don’t ever go to the movies together. You realize that, don’t you?”
She gave him her best do-as-you’re-told stare.
Maverick shook his head, and the diner’s fluorescent lights picked up the sable threads that ran through his normally coffee-colored hair. “The usher thought he saw a mouse, and being the good brother-in-Christ he is, he wanted to take care of the problem rather than make more work for someone else.”
Lia squinted at him. “How does that lead to a crazy horde of churchgoers?”
He sighed. “It wasn’t a mouse. It was one of those curved weird things women use to keep their buns in place. You know, the kind you put the big stick through to hold it on the head? Only, this one was velvet or something.”
“The usher thought it was fur. Hence the mouse scare.”
Lia set her glass of water down. “It wasn’t still… in a woman’s hair? Was it?”
Maverick rubbed a hand down his face. “Mrs. Peabody. The usher tried to swat it out of her hair, and her husband took exception to that. He tried to go all Bruce Lee on him. It would have worked, too, if Mr. Peabody wasn’t eighty-two years old. Sadly, his Kung Fu days are long behind him. By then, another usher jumped in to restrain Mr. Peabody. So Mrs. Peabody hit him upside the head with her purse.”
Lia tried to picture the dignified Mrs. Peabody beating on some poor usher with her purse. “How on earth did you break it up?”
“One of the women had a whistle. You know, the kind you use for scaring away would-be attackers? So she blew it.” He winced. “Boy, was that thing loud. It’s a miracle she didn’t blow out anybody’s ear drums, or the foyer’s front windows.”
Lia contained her laughter, but barely, and only because they were in public. “So how did you end up involved?”
“I had sound duty today.”
“I forgot. Your job is to make sure the mics work without a feedback screech.” Why waste time on subtle digs when you knew how to push a friend’s buttons?
“Yeah, well, that one wasn’t my fault. Somebody messed with my settings.” He shuddered. “Anyway, I needed to shut all the equipment down, so I was late leaving the sanctuary. Two minutes sooner, and I’d’ve been out of there and reading about this on social media rather than replaying the video in my head.”
“I guess it’s your good luck you were doing sound today, because that video sounds like it’s one worth replaying a time or two.”