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and called the only person I could fuss at at a time like
this. When she answered, I whispered, “Libby, I got a bone to pick with you.”
    “B, what are you
doing callin’ me? I thought you were out on your date with Dr. Wilson?” she
fussed back.
    “I am—but
it’s not a date,” I corrected her. “I’m in the restroom.”
    “Well, what’re
you calling me for?”
    “Because I
shouldn’t be here. I’m sweating, I’m nervous, and I’m nearly about to
hyperventilate in this stall.”
    Libby cracked up
laughing. “Oh, you are too much!”
    I snapped at
her, “I don’t see nothin’ funny.”
    “B, you like
him.”
    “No, I most
certainly do not.”
    “Why else would
you be actin’ like a sixteen-year-old girl on her first date?”
    My phone beeped
and I looked down at the screen. Dr. Wilson was trying to get through to me. “I
got to go, Libby. He’s waiting on me.”
    “I’ll be praying
that your nerves calm down, in Jesus’ name. Bye.”
    I ended her call
and rejected Dr. Wilson’s call immediately following. It ain’t proper for a
woman to be on the phone with a man while she’s in the restroom, in my book.
But I did hurry out so as not to keep him waiting.
     “Thought I
was going to have to send someone in to look for you,” he said as we took off
striding again. The concern in his eyes brought a bit of ease. 
    “Sorry about
that,” I apologized.
    We found seats
in the theater, the lights dimmed and the movie previews started right away. I
thanked God we wouldn’t have to do all that awkward get-to-know-you-talk. I
focused my attention on the screen and got ready to see Mr. Freeman in action.
    One thing about
me and watching stuff on screens—I don’t like no whole bunch of talking
while the show is on. Apparently, Dr. Wilson didn’t either. He kept his mouth
shut and so did I.
    The first few
scenes of the movie didn’t too much suit my fancy. Stuff blowin’ up and people
shootin’ one another. I did have to lean over and ask Dr. Wilson, “What is this
movie rated?”
    “PG-13, I
think,” he answered.
    He thinks? I sure hope he ain’t brought me to no
Rated-R movie.
    Turns out, my
favorite actor only had a few lines. He died right away, and the rest of the
movie was just a whole lot of cussin’ and shootin’. ‘Bout half-way through, I
stopped paying attention and started to think about other things—like how
this man call himself a Christian and he watchin’ all this filth?  What
kind of lady he must think I’m not to bring me to something like this? He
got the wrong woman by his side tonight! And Dr. Wilson was just
a-hee-hee-heein’ at those cursing jokes!
    In a way, I was
glad, though. Now I had good reason for not going out with him anymore: We
obviously didn’t have the same taste in entertainment. Libby wouldn’t argue
with me on that one.
    Somehow, the
fact that I’d written Dr. Wilson off lifted a burden. No more pressure to do
whatever it was I thought I had to do. Now, it was just me and this heathen man
sitting in the movie theater. Well, I guess Dr. Wilson wasn’t a heathen. He was
one of those Christian types who don’t have the ten commandments—only the
ten suggestions .
    Shoot, I would
have ordered me some popcorn if I’da known this about him earlier.
     

Chapter 10
     
    Soon as the
credits started rolling, I hopped out of my seat and headed toward the exit.
Over my shoulder, I heard Dr. Wilson asked if I enjoyed the movie.
    “It was
interesting,” I mumbled without looking back at him.
    As we were
walking down the crowded aisle, my foot kicked something hard. I looked down
and deciphered, by the string of lights on the floor, I’d happened upon a
wallet. Dr. Wilson must have seen it at the same time. He bent down, picked it
up, and flipped it open.
    He examined the
license. “I think I saw this guy when we were standing outside in line. Then,
he glanced around, I guess looking for the owner. “Let’s take it to security,”
he