20
Mitch was sound asleep at five a.m. Wednesday morning when his phone rang. He woke, squinted at the screen and answered. “Hey Dylan, how is it going?”
“Mitch, the students are really starting to trust me. I think I can go all the way. Sorry, did I wake you?”
Mitch couldn’t help but smile. He remembered being that excited to get his first location assignment.
“No, yes, doesn’t matter. Play it steady now. Prepare to sound a bit concerned if they discuss finding your calling … you know like, ‘am I cut out for it?’, ‘I’m not as brave as some, but I want to be’, you know, that sort of thing.”
“Gotcha,” Dylan said.
“Keep me posted and good luck today.” Mitch hung up, levered himself out of bed and dressed for a run. He crept out, doing his best to avoid the cold front coming from Charlo
