you think that’s funny?” she asked.
“No, no, I’m sorry. You didn’t have to move if you didn’t want to.”
“I didn’t know that at the time. I assumed there was someone with him and I’d taken his or her spot.”
“He was alone.”
“So it seems. Furthermore, I didn’t mean to spill my drink on him. It was an accident.”
The girl’s eyes widened. “You spilled your drink? On him?”
“In his lap.”
The teenager giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. “Did he get mad?”
“Well, yes, but it was an accident. The popcorn, too.”
Another giggle escaped. “Oh, my gosh.”
Barbie raised her eyebrows at this girl’s amusement. “I have never met a more unreasonable or ruder man in my entire life,” she said pointedly.
“That’s my uncle Mark,” the girl explained, grinning openly now.
“He’s your…uncle.” Barbie seemed to leap from one fire into another. Every word she’d said was likely to be repeated to “Uncle Mark.” Well, good. Someone should give that arrogant, supercilious hothead a real talking-to. Who did he think he was, anyway?
“Unfortunately, he can be a bit unreasonable,” the girl said.
“Tell me about it.”
“You shouldn’t let him bother you.”
Barbie opened her mouth to argue and then decided the girl was right. She’d paid for her ticket, the same as he had, and could sit wherever she pleased. If she chose to sit in the wheelchair area, that was her business, as long as no one legitimately needed the seat. And no one did.
“Why don’t you go back in?” the girl suggested. “It’s a very funny movie, you know.”
“Thanks—I will.” Barbie marched into the theater, determined to sit where she wanted.
And lost her nerve.
It just wasn’t in her to create a scene. Instead she walked over to her previous seat. She slipped into it, balancing her purse on her lap, and stared at the screen. Whatever was happening in the movie bypassed her completely.
Giving up on the film, she studied the back of the man’s head. He must’ve sensed her watching him because he shifted his position, as though he felt uncomfortable. Fine with her.
In another thirty minutes, the movie ended and the lights came on. The theater emptied, but Barbie remained in her seat. Mark whatever-his-name stayed where he was, too. When the last person had walked out, he wheeled his chair toward the exit.
“Are you always so rude?” she asked, striding after him.
He wheeled around and for an instant seemed surprised to see her.
“I’m rude when the situation calls for it,” Mark informed her.
In the darkened theater Barbie hadn’t gotten a good look at him. She did now and almost did a double take. The man was gorgeous. Mean as a snake, though. Gary would never have talked to a woman the way this man did. He’d always been respectful. Polite.
“I wish I hadn’t apologized,” she muttered. “You didn’t deserve it.”
“Listen, you do whatever you want. All I ask is that you stay out of my way.”
“Gladly.” She marched ahead with all the righteousness she could muster. But before she left the building, Barbie decided to stop at the ladies’ room.
She’d just emerged when she saw Mark wheel himself into the theater lobby.
“He was pretty annoyed,” his niece said in a low voice, joining Barbie.
“I told him exactly what I thought of him.”
The girl smiled gleefully. “Did you really?”
Barbie nodded. “And then some.” Although she was beginning to suspect she’d overreacted.
“People tiptoe around him.”
“Not me.” She and Gary had believed in treating people equally. Anything else was a form of discrimination, of seeing the disability and not the person.
“It’s because everyone in the family feels sorry for him and he hates that.”
“Oh.” Well, she certainly hadn’t shown him any pity—but maybe she’d been somewhat rude herself.
“I don’t, though,” the girl went on, “which is one reason he stops in here on the evenings I’m working.”
“Does he come to the movies often?” Barbie wasn’t sure what had prompted the question.
“Uncle Mark comes to the movies every Monday night.” The girl held Barbie’s look for an extra-long moment. “I’m Tessa, by the way, and Mark Bassett is my uncle’s name.” She thrust out her hand.
Barbie shook it. “And I’m Barbie.”
“You’ll come again, won’t you?” Tessa asked.
“I live in the neighborhood.” Well, sort of. It was a twenty-minute drive, but this theater was the closest multiplex in her vicinity.
“I wish you would,” Tessa said, walking her to the glass doors that led to the parking lot. She held one open. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“You will,” Barbie said, removing the car keys from her purse. Sitting inside her vehicle, she let the conversation with Tessa run through her mind. Tessa was basically asking her to return the following Monday—and she’d more or less agreed. She’d need to give that some thought. She felt an undeniable attraction to this man, not to mention a sense of challenge and the exhilaration that came with it. In fact, she hadn’t reacted that strongly to anyone in…years. She didn’t understand the intensity of her own response.
As she always did when she was upset or confused, Barbie phoned her mother. Lillie answered right away.
“Sweetheart, where were you?”
“I decided to go to the movies. I’m on my cell.”
“I left you a message,” her mother said. “I was hoping you’d come by the house and have dinner with me.”
Suddenly ravenous, Barbie remembered that she hadn’t eaten anything more than some toast and a few handfuls of popcorn all day.
“Thanks,” she said. “Do you want me to pick anything up?”
“No, I got groceries earlier today.”
“Do you have your car yet?” Barbie
