Chapter 7

Yeah, like you’re an expert,Rick wanted to say. You can count the number of movies you’ve seen this year on one hand.Instead, he looked around the crowded lobby and spotted a girl in a wheelchair. Jerking his chin in her direction, he said, “She does. Don’t sit in those seats.”

Micah turned, surprised. When he saw the girl, his face flushed. “She’s probably not even here to see the same movie.”

“Everyone’shere to see this movie,” Rick reminded him. “Go pick out our seats, but remember, if I don’t like them, I’ll pick out new ones.”

“Dad!” Micah cried.

Rick tried not to smirk. “And I’m sure Marty will want to sit with me. Go find a seat.”

Micah took a step back, then pouted at Marty. “Want to come with me? Dad can get popcorn for us all.”

“This isn’t a date,” Marty told him. “I’ll buy my own. Besides, he can’t carry three drinks and two tubs of popcorn at once. He might look strong and handsome, but he isn’t Superman.”