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Resignation, Part 25

This is part of my weekly fiction series.  You can find the other chapters HERE at my fiction page.

Bill Johnson sat in his car, staring at his steering wheel.  He was numb.  His head felt like it would exploded, but he wasn’t sure if that was from the news or from the headache he had been having for a few days.  He banged his head down where he  had been staring and let out a scream, not caring if anyone walking by heard him.

Bill grabbed his phone.  Who should he call first?  He had planned to go to work after the appointment, but there was no way that he could go now.  He would have to call Eric, his supervisor.  He would dread the call if this morning hadn’t happened.  No, there were more important things to him at this point than a supervisor who was merciless.  He found the number in his contacts and pressed the button.  He was vaguely aware that the phone was ringing.

“Hello!”.  Bill heard the whir of machinery in the background.  Eric was out on the floor.  He was hoping to catch him in the office, but it didn’t really matter.  He would say what he had to say and move on.  He needed to make some other calls and visits.

“Eric.  This is Bill.  I just got out of my appointment.  I won’t….I won’t be able to make it in today.”  Bill braced for what he expected from Eric.

“Bill, that’s just great.  We are already down a man and you’re late.  Now you’re telling me that  you aren’t coming in at all?  You better be dying, mister.”

Bill almost audibly groaned.  There had been so many times he wanted to punch this young punks face, but he had held back because he had too much time invested in the plant.  Looking back, maybe he should have gone ahead.

“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, Eric.”

“You bet you will, Bill.  Come straight to my office first thing.  We’re going to have a serious talk about how you’re letting this plant down.”

“Alright then.  See you then.”  Bill hung up the phone.  He stared back at the steering wheel and took a deep breath.  He needed to call Sharon.  Not that he would tell her over the phone, but he needed to find out where she was.  He needed to meet her.  She needed to be the one he told first.

Sharon picked up on the second ring.  She was like that, hating to hear the phone ring for long.  She had been done that on the old rotary phone when they had first begun courting.  She did it in their own home on the wall mount phone hanging in their kitchen whenever her mom called.  She had answered that way when they had gotten cordless phones several years ago.  She might have been even quicker on the draw when they had finally broken down and gotten cell phones.  Now that was about all they used.  Bill had threatened a few times to just do away with their land lines.  They never used them anyway.

“Hey sweetie!!!  Appointment over?  Are you headed to work.”  Sharon said all of this before Bill had a chance to say anything.

“Hey, where are you?”  Bill squeaked out.  Emotion flooded over him and he wasn’t sure he was going to make it through the call.

“I’m on my way home.  Bill, what’s wrong.  What did Nate say?”  They had been going to Nate for almost their entire marriage.  He was basically an old family friend by now.

“I’m not going to work.  I’ll see you at home in a minute.”  Bill managed to get that out.  He wasn’t going to be able to make it through much more.

“Bill, are you ok?”

“At home, Sharon.  I’ll see you at home.”  Bill hung up.  He couldn’t continue to do anything else on the phone.  He needed to make one more call.  He would do this one on the way home.

Bill cranked up his truck and began to back out.  A car blew its horn and he slammed on his brakes.  He threw up his hand in apology, but that didn’t stop the glares he received from the two ladies in the car.  Bill looked to make sure all was clear and he continued out of his parking space.  He put the truck in drive and began to make his way toward. home.

He opened up the contacts in his phone again and found the number.  This one was hard for a totally different reason than his call to Sharon.  This time he was going to have to eat some humble pie.  The phone rung a few times.  Finally there was an answer.

“Hello?”  The voice on the other end sounded cautious to Bill.  Honestly, he could understand that.  It’s not like he had been on his best behavior lately.  It was time to start making things right.

“David.  It’s Bill Johnson.  Got a minute?”  Bill kind of bit his lip as he was prone to do when he was nervous.  He wasn’t sure of what David’s reaction would be.

“Sure, Bill.  What’s on your mind?”  Bill could almost see the skepticism on David’s face through the phone.  He didn’t blame him.  In his shoes, he would be skeptical too.  Heck, he had been skeptical of David and everyone else on the search committee.  It was time for Bill to end all of that.  He didn’t have time for that anymore.

“David, I’m coming to the meeting tonight.  I thought about skipping it, but I have something I need to tell the entire team.  First, though, I want to apologize to you.  I’ve given you a rough time of it.  I’ve been wrong and I want to tell you I’m sorry.”  There it was.  He had done it.  He wasn’t sure he would be able to .

An audible pause sat there between them for a moment.  Bill could hear the gears grinding on David’s end of the phone.  He almost began to wonder if David would ever say anything.

“Bill, I don’t know what to say.  Thank you for calling and telling me this.  I accept your apology.  What do you want to tell us, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“David, I’m sorry, I can’t say right now.  I need to talk this over with Sharon first.  Let’s just say it will be a meeting that none of us are likely to forget.

“Alright, Bill.  We’ll see you at the church then.  Thanks again for calling.”

“See you then, David.”

Bill hung up the phone.  The next five miles were going to be the longest he had ever driven.  He was dreading the conversation he was about to have with Sharon.  He was sure that it wasn’t going to go well.

  1. March 30, 2013 at 7:13 am

    OK dude. This ain’t funny. Pretty sure I know what this is about but how long till he tells the team? LOL

    • March 30, 2013 at 7:22 am

      Let’s just say I’m moving the story along 🙂

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