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wanted her to go, then shook his head in disgust.
    Barbie couldn’t get out of the row fast enough. Feeling like a clumsy fool, she rushed into the empty lobby. She yanked a handful of napkins from the dispenser and hurriedly returned to the theater.
    The man was still brushing popcorn off his lap when she offered him the napkins.
    “Can I get you anything else?” she asked in a loud whisper.
    His intense blue eyes glared back at her. “I think you’ve already done enough. The best thing you could do is leave me alone .”
    He didn’t need to be so rude. “I said I was sorry,” she told him.
    “Fine. Apology accepted. Now if it’s possible, I’d like to enjoy the movie.”
    Barbie gritted her teeth. She felt like dumping another soft drink on his head. It wasn’t as if she’d purposely spilled the soda. It’d been an accident and she’d apologized repeatedly. She felt her regret turn into annoyance at his ungracious reaction.
    Because he’d made it abundantly clear that he wanted her far away, Barbie took an empty seat on the aisle five rows back from the wheelchair section. She made a determined effort to focus her attention on the movie, which had started about ten minutes earlier.
    It was a comedy, just as she’d requested, only now she wasn’t in any mood to laugh. Instead, she tapped her foot compulsively, scowling at the unfriendly man seated below her. When she saw that her tapping was irritating others, she crossed her legs and allowed her foot to swing. In all her life she’d never met anyone so incredibly rude. He deserved to have that soda dumped in his lap!
    The rest of the audience laughed at the antics on the screen. Barbie might have, too, if she’d been able to concentrate. Almost against her will, her eyes kept travelingto the man in the wheelchair. The little girl in her wanted to stick her tongue out at him.
    He’d asked her to move and yet no one sat next to him. In fact, the entire row was empty. He hadn’t come with anyone; he just didn’t want her sitting next to him.
    What exactly was wrong with her? Lots of men would have welcomed her company. And they would’ve been more polite about that little accident, too. She was tempted to give that…that Neanderthal a piece of her mind. He had a lot of nerve asking her to leave. It was a free country and she could sit anywhere she darn well pleased.
    Barbie left halfway through the movie, pacing the lobby in her exasperation. Where did he get off acting like such a jerk—and worse, making her feel like one? The teenager who’d sold her the ticket watched her for several minutes.
    “Is everything okay?” she called out.
    Barbie whirled around, her agitation mounting. “I was just insulted,” she said, although there wasn’t anything the girl could do about it. “Without realizing it, I sat in the wheelchair seating and this man told me to move.”
    The girl looked down, but not before Barbie caught her smiling.
    “Do 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

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