Two hours later, I sat in the lobby of Effingham and Effingham between J. C. and Shira. A thin middle-aged secretary with auburn hair typed on a computer keyboard at the receptionist desk in front of us. Off to our left, two suit-clad men sat huddled over their iPads.
“Jane Matthews, Mr. Effingham is ready for you now,” said the receptionist, looking over the top of her reading glasses and pointing to the right. “Go down that hallway and take the first left. His office is the last one with his name on the door. Just knock on the door.”
The three of us stood up and walked past her desk down a cherry paneled hallway. After we turned the corner, Effingham’s office was straight ahead.
“Jane, how are you feeling?” asked Shira.
“Scared to death and like throwing up.
J. C. patted me on the back. “You must be ready for the big game then?”
“How can you say that?”
“Bill Russell, Hall of Fame Boston Celtic basketball center, vomited before every big game he ever played in. His coach thought it was the team’s good luck charm and would not let the team run onto the court until Bill vomited.”
“Thanks for encouraging me…I guess.”
J. C. tapped on the tall six-panel door. A deep voice directed us to enter. J. C. then opened the door and ushered us into an office that in my wildest dreams I could never have imagined ever existed. It was a basketball court with a large walnut executive desk in the right corner. A round table with four chairs sat on one side of the desk and a leather sofa sat on the other. Prints and photos of the Golden State Warriors’ stars hung on the walls.
A tall man wearing a blue Warrior’s basketball warm up suit stood up and pointed toward the round table. He appeared to be in his middle forties, but it was hard to judge his age because of his fit shape and dark hair.
“Hi J. C. and Shira. This must be Jane Matthews, right?” he said, holding his huge hand out to me.
I shook his hand and nodded at him.
“Do you actually play basketball here?” I asked, looking around the gigantic room.
“All the time,” he said. “In fact, my dad purchased the glass backboard and hoop from the Warriors when they moved their games from the Cow Palace in Daly City to Oakland. It’s a one of a kind.”
We sat down around the table. Effingham had a legal pad and silver pen in front of him.
“Okay now, you’re planning on pleading your husband’s right to free speech versus San Francisco’s new hate crime law by taking your case to the media, right?” he asked.
“Have you done much public speaking before?”
“No, none at all.”
“Do you have idea what you will say?”
“Do you realize the interviewers will infer that you and your husband are hate filled Christian bigots and will paint you as being worse than the most vile member of the Westboro Baptist Church? How do you plan on handling this?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I have no clue.”
He dropped his pen and blew out a deep breath. “So, you want me to help you without letting me know ahead of time what you will say or do? Is that correct?”
Before I could answer, a mantle of boldness draped itself over my shoulders. I smashed my fist on the table without planning to do so, causing his pen to fly onto the floor.
“Listen up, Effingham, the Lord said not to worry about what I would say ahead of time because He would give me a mouth and words which my adversaries would not be able to contradict or resist. I plan on trusting Him. How do you feel about that?”
Effingham’s dark eyes bulged out for a second and then a smile etched his lips. “I think we’ll make a great team. But what I’m really going to do is just stay out of your way and toss you into the toughest lion dens in the city. I pity them. They won’t know what hit them.”
He stood up and shook my hand. “So, give me the rest of today to work out the details. I’ll should have a speaking schedule ready for you sometime tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Do you have a restroom? I think I’m going to throw up.”
(A new sequel to Unhitched Geeser, which can be checked out here.)
(Continued in Part 16…the full series to date can be read here.)
5 responses to “Geezer Up (Part 15-b)”
What a great chapter, Mr. Larry! I love that she remembered that God will give us the words to say. Yay! This is so,good. God bless you!
Thanks for your continued encouragement. God bless you.
P.S. I’m looking for a breakthrough in your life and family soon.
Thank you, Mr. Larry! 2 other people have spoken to me about breakthroughs. :). Jerica is going to have a baby . . .do you think hat is it? :).
Praise God that Jerica is having a baby, but I don’t believe you needed a prophetic word for that event. i believe it’s for your life.