caregiving had become.
She promised to come regularly.
The Spider-Man movie was barely still showing.
One late screening each night.
We bought two tickets.
Row F.
Middle seats.
Nobody sat behind us.
The lights dimmed.
Owen took my hand.
We watched the entire film.
Beginning to end.
When the credits appeared, he stayed seated.
“It’s funny,” he said.
“What?”
“These movies all teach almost the same lesson.”
“What lesson?”
“That having power means you’re responsible for what you do with it.”
He looked thoughtful.
“I used to think being brave
