Entering the already darkened theater, we were ten minutes late for the start of the film, thanks to Dawn forcing Archie to reorganize the dish cupboard before clocking out for the night. When I sat, I tried to leave an empty seat between us, like friends did sometimes, like I did when going to the movies with Dougie.
“You won’t be able to reach the goodies.” Archie wasn’t having it that day. He slid over, with his huge bucket of popcorn and half a dozen boxes of candy.
The movie we’d chosen was Adam Sandler’s 2011 tour de force, Jack and Jill. I was a Sandler fan. Archie, not so much. Even I got fidgety at this one, though.
“Here,” Archie whispered, as I shifted in my seat for the fourth or fifth time.
“Here, wha—?” Before I could finish the word, I tasted popcorn on my tongue, three
