Chapter 88

The movie theater hadn’t changed in the years since we’d been there, before he’d left for college. He still got looks, but a lot of them were admiring now, rather than derisive. As for me, as usual, I just sort of blended in with my non-descript clothing of T-shirt and jeans, and super-short hair to de-emphasize the male-pattern balding.

Halfway through the movie, which we watched from the back row, Beebub leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Are you having a good time?”

I simply nodded and went back to ogling Keanu Reeves as he kicked ass.

After the movie, Beebub drove us toward home. “Want to have a late snack at the diner?” he asked.

I yawned. “I’m really tired, man. I have to be at the store in about five hours to get ready for the day. Thanks, though.”

“Why do you work so hard?” he asked as we continued on to my house. “It’s like that’s all you ever do. Even with my busy schedule, I still make the time to have fun, go out.”