CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
A week later …
Nancy and I sat next to each other in the Super Cinema theater, a bag of warm popcorn sitting in my lap. With one hand I stuffed mouthfuls of popcorn into my mouth, while I held Nancy’s hand with the other.
Nancy giggled. “You know the movie won’t start for a few more minutes, right? Maybe save some popcorn for when the movie actually starts.”
Swallowing the buttery popcorn, I looked at Nancy sheepishly. “Sorry. I’m just really hungry and this popcorn is so good.”
Rubberman’s head suddenly appeared between us, a mock stern look on his face. “You should really listen to Nancy. Popcorn is something to be savored, not eaten all at once. Especially Super Cinema popcorn, which is the best kind of popcorn.”
Nancy chuckled. “If even your boss says you sho
