can thank me after the movie.”
“No. Thank you for getting us here.”
The lights dimmed.
Then a family sat directly behind us.
A father.
A mother.
And their son, Ethan, who looked about nine.
The father was talking loudly on his phone.
The mother was texting.
Ethan wore a Spider-Man shirt almost identical to Owen’s and carried an enormous bucket of popcorn.
He sat directly behind me.
Before the previews ended, something pushed against the back of my seat.
Then again.
And again.
I turned around.
Ethan’s light-up sneakers
