Forrest Hamer


When, during the first act, someone I know walked on stage, her mother and her father and her sisters and her brother and some of her cousins began to clap, and one of them said, there's Daughter, and the daughter paused, smiled a slight smile, and went back to her character. The mystery captivated everyone, even those who knew none of the teenagers on stage.

Each Easter, each Christmas, and sometimes during the summer, Daughter helps the children in her church put on a pageant. The older ones come because they have to, and none of them likes the practice it takes to become somebody else.

The mystery was the murderer, Daughter the character wanting earnestly to help detectives solve the crime no one could believe had happened, her heroine careful and poised in the face of various suspicions.

Once, all three wise men looked out from the pulpit stage and became terrified, and not one of them heeded the girl standing to the side, speaking all of their parts.

EPR #5:
someone I know: #20, #24

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