Kabbalah Nine II was playing at the Crimea and Micah had seen it three times so far. But Shay Ballentyne said yes when he asked her out, so he took her to the seven o’clock show. Shay had a way of fingering the tiny gold cross that hung on a slender chain around her neck while giving Micah a sizing-up look with her gray eyes that made his hands sweat and produced a sweet ache in his circumcised Jew-boy heart.
They sat in the balcony, center-front, and it was only them in the alchemical dark. The brass balcony rail glimmered dully in the flicker of the previews, antediluvian stream of story above them moted and radiant. A Hasid Demon Tale, The Legend of Judah Aryeh, and a Scandinavian film that looked to be all snow a
