turned again.
“Please stop kicking my seat.”
The mother sighed loudly.
“Can you just watch the movie?”
“I’m trying.”
“He’s nine. What do you expect?”
“I expect you to ask him to stop.”
“I already did.”
“Three times,” an older man behind them said.
Everyone looked back.
The man adjusted his glasses.
“He’s been bothering our row too.”
Ethan’s father finally looked up.
“Stay out of it.”
“It became my business when soda landed on my wife’s purse.”
The father rolled his eyes.
Then Ethan kicked my chair again.
Hard.
