Ted, one of the ushers stormed in. When Isabella saw his expression, she thought, Girl, be careful what you wish for. Ted announced with youthful excitement, “Sorry, boss. We got trouble in the theatre.” “What trouble?” she deliberately asked in a composed tone in hopes of calming down all that youthful exuberance. “FIGHT.” “Calm down. Are you telling me that you and Jeff can’t handle it...” “Boss, it’s a mob scene, and a little girl has been knocked out cold.” I rose from my seat, and asked, “Has any one called 911 for constables and ambulance?” “Constables?” the usher asked. “Police. Have the police and ambulance been called for?” “Yes, Ben is using the phone in the ticket room as we speak.” As he answered, I was already rushing out from behind my desk preparing to get into the action. What is a little girl doing in that theatre watching what is basically an “X-rated” movie? Ted led the way out into the theatre lobby, but I passed him and left him and the snack counter behind me.
