Chapter 8

Micah jumped out of his seat. “I loved it!”

On Micah’s other side, Marty was picking popcorn out of his lap and dropping the kernels back into the tub. “It was cool, wasn’t it?”

“It was awesome!” Micah crowed. “Can we watch it again? Can we?”

Rick shook his head. “It’s time for lunch.”

“Aww, Dad—”

“You just saw it,” Rick told him. “Wait a few days and you can ask your mother to bring you back, okay? Go throw away your popcorn.”

Micah sighed. “But I want to watch the credits! What if I miss something?”

“The lights are up,” Rick explained. “That means there’s nothing else at the end. Now go.”

Gathering up the empty popcorn tubs, Micah stormed off. He tried to elbow through the others exiting the theater, but didn’t get far; instead, he was sucked into the crowd and disappeared.

Rick dropped into the seat his son had vacated. Flashing Marty a grin, he asked, “So…did you maybe want to get together sometime this week? What night works best for you?”