We had our pick of seats and took two about midway down on the aisle. We got through about a dozen trailers then the movie started. Everything was going fine until about half way through the film. Then Kevin whispered, “Carrie, I don’t feel so good. Could we go?”
“Yeah, of course.” I grabbed my bag, took Kevin by the hand and we headed for the door.
The usher we spoke to before was standing by another theater and saw us. He called out, “Everything, Ok?”
“He’s not feeling well.” I called back.
“There is a family restroom to the left when you get to the lobby.”
We got there just in time. Kevin ran in, shut the door behind him and… Well I just waited for him to come out. I heard the flush, the sound of him washing his hands. Then he came looking a little shaken. I think under the orange and black paint he was probably a little pale. “Feeling better?” I asked.
“Feeling better. May be we could catch the end of the movie another time?”
“Sure. Let’s go home.”
“Mom wanted you to stop at the store, remember.”
“Yeah, but I can take you home first.”
“I’ll be okay.”
“You sure?”
He nodded yes so I said, “Okay, let’s go to the store.”