Movie night was perfect. Terrifying – especially after my scare earlier in the evening – but perfect. Somehow, being so scared that I had to keep my hand over my mouth because I kept making everyone else scream when I screamed took away some of the terror of earlier in the evening. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t scared.
Or that my friends were going to let me pretend I wasn’t.
Mart had already cancelled an overnight trip for a consulting gig outside Philly, and Walter and Stephen had vowed to be at the store every minute for the next two days just as back-up. “Back-up for what?” I’d joked. “Will your organizational skills fend off an attacker?”
Stephen had thrown a pillow at me, and I’d smiled. Once again, I was reminded that I had good people around me.
After midnight, when Us ended, I
