I feel silly admitting this, but I’m actually kind of nervous.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said, giving Laurie’s hand a squeeze. “Here, why don’t you stay here while I get us some popcorn?” I stepped into the lineup and took out my wallet. It certainly felt right: my debit card was in the right slot, and there was a small wad of cash in the billfold. Just to be sure, I sniffed it. It smelled like leather. It felt like leather. Could this be a dream? I turned and gave Laurie a smile. She looked so happy standing there in her flower-patterned sundress. I’d just turned around again when a tall, skinny fellow knocked me on the elbow, sending my wallet onto the floor. “Sorry, man. Didn’t you see you there.” “No worries,” I said, reaching to pick it up. I paused to look around the crowded lobby, studying people’s faces.
