A Kid Kept Kicking My Seat and Throwing Popcorn in My Hair, Then My Husband Finally Did Something About It

popcorn. Forget everything for two hours.”

“What movie?”

For the first time in days, he smiled.

“The new Spider-Man.”

I laughed.

“You’re thirty-eight.”

“I’ve seen every one since I was a kid.”

Then his smile faded slightly.

“My dad used to take me.”

I stayed quiet.

“It was the one place we could go where he didn’t yell,” Owen said. “You can’t yell through a movie without everybody noticing.”

He looked away.

“I always felt safe there.”

I reached for his hand.

“Then we’re going.”

It took almost three weeks