have parents who wonât take them to see some stupid R-rated movie, then I suppose weâll just have to take matters into our own hands.â
âOh?â I say.
Mom takes my hand. âWeâll make sure everyone gets into the movie, easiest thing in the world. Then Iâll get lostâlike I wasnât even there, okay?â
The smile has to be carefully chosen here. You cannot smile triumphantly; you must smile with simple, radiant gratitude.
âDo you mean it, Mom? After all Iâve put you through, you would do that for me?â
She kisses me on the cheek. âDo your homework, kiddo. Dinnerâs in an hour.â She turns to go. She opens the door.
Wait for it. Wait for it.
âIn fact,â she says, âIâll even buy the tickets!â
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And that is how we all got to The Bloodmaster on Friday night.
10
ON FRIDAY Mom really came through. She drove me to the mall, nodded âHiâ to Brett and the kids, marched up to the ticket booth, and bought seven ticketsâher treat, just like she had promised, then walked us into the theater.
âHave fun!â
With a quick wave, she turned back to her car.
You shouldâve seen it. I was high-fived, back-slapped, and congratulated like I had just completed a solo climb up Everest. I had done it! Made everything right! Now everyone would come to my bar mitzvah. When Brett threw his arm around my shoulder, I felt almost giddy.
âWhoa, Brain,â he said. âYour mom rules!â
âThanks, Brett buddy.â
Moments later, Brett, Eddie, Fudge, and I were loaded down with popcorn, soda, and candy, while Kendra and Lucy took a sprint to the bathroom.
âYo, Brett!â Eddie said. âFront two rows are open!â
As it turned out, every row was open. I guess The Bloodmaster wasnât high on most peopleâs must-see list. The place was empty.
âCome on!â Fudge said, and marched down the aisle.
Things were going well, right? But it turned out I was in for my own private horror movie that night. The minute my butt hit my seat, I heard her.
âHey, Evan.â
I had never really believed that Patrice would bother to come. And if she did decide to come, I didnât think sheâd get in. But there she was, suddenly in the seat right behind me, with a copy of The Hours .
âOh,â I said. âYou got in, I guess.â
âMy cousin works concessions,â she said. âHe snuck us in the emergency exit.â
âUs?â I said, turning.
Patrice was half smiling, like she couldnât wait tosee my expertly planned evening get blown to bits.
âThatâs right,â Patrice said. âArchie figured it was easier than trying to convince his mom to walk us in.â
I had hoped that Archie would just chicken out. He had spent the last two days on my case morning, noon, and night, asking me what to wear, what to say, how to act. It was like I was suddenly his personal life coach. The night before, he had dropped by Pamâs house unannounced.
âYeah?â I said, when I opened the door.
Archie didnât waste any time. âI imagine youâve noticed that I have a very powerful, very masculine smell.â
I just stared at him sort of blankly.
âEven so,â he went on. âI think my natural musk should be highlighted with cologne. What do you prefer? Brut or Old Spice?â
I was so weirded out that I mumbled something about homework and shut the door in his face. Did that stop Archie? Not even close. Later that night as I was struggling to learn my haftorah, he called.
âIâve been making out with my pillow!â
I nearly dropped the phone. âYou what?â
âYou know, pretending itâs Kendra. For when I plant the tongue later. Can you give me a few tips?â
âOh, my god!â I shrieked, and hung up.
Thankfully, I hadnât seen or heard from him since. In my heart, I hoped