An hour later, I called Elena, "Landmark theater shows Casablanca, The Way We Were, and Dirty Dancing. Which one would you like?"
"I've seen Casablanca many years ago. Dirty Dancing sounds OK. I heard Its a good one but never watched it.
"It starts at 7 pm. Will you be ready at 6:30?"
"Yes. I will."
I rang the door on time. She opened it and looked smashing: A long black dress and matching shoes, with little makeup and light lipstick, I sighed, "You break my heart."
She grinned, "Stop being so dramatic, and let's go."
Her mood has changed. She no longer seemed upset or sad. Did she act to make me feel good? Did Elena accept the new realities? I wished I knew.
I offered to buy popcorn and soda, but she declined.
The theater was almost empty. No wonder; these movies were already on m
