This was his third time seeing the comedy and he found it just as funny as the first time. He grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bucket in his lap and wondered how many films he had seen in his life. Hundreds. Maybe thousands. I should make a list. When he was on the run with his mom, they went to the movies every day, no matter what city or country they were hiding in. The theaters were dark and safe, and the films took their minds off the fact that people were trying to kill them. Erasmus had honed his language skills in front of the big screen. He had wanted to grow up to be a film director. Then his mother was killed. He felt tears fill his eyes. He could be a sap when he was watching a film he knew she would like. His cell phone vibrated. He wiped his eyes with a greasy napkin, then slipped the phone out of his leather pocket. The woman is preparing to leave.
