Chapter 61

“You won’t be able to reach the goodies.” Archie wasn’t having it that day. He slid over, with his huge bucket of popcorn and half a dozen boxes of candy.

The movie we’d chosen was Adam Sandler’s 2011 tour de force, Jack and Jill. I was a Sandler fan. Archie, not so much. Even I got fidgety at this one, though.

“Here,” Archie whispered, as I shifted in my seat for the fourth or fifth time.

“Here, wha—?1rdquo; Before I could finish the word, I tasted popcorn on my tongue, three pieces in rapid succession.

“Stop.”

“Milk Dud?”

One of those entered my mouth before I could object. My lips seemed to part involuntarily whenever Archie’s fingers approached in pitch blackness, like some ravenous Venus flytrap.

“Archie, stop.”

“You want more popcorn, instead?”

“Shh,” the woman behind us scolded.