Twenty Wishes. Debbie Macomber
her popcorn and soft drink and stood. Instead of walking all the way through the empty row, she tried to get past him.
In an effort to give her the necessary room, he started to roll back his wheelchair and somehow caught the hem of her pants. Barbie stumbled and in the process of righting herself, dumped the entire contents of her soft drink in his lap.
The man gasped at the shock as the soda drenched his pants and ice cubes slid to the floor.
“Oh, I am so sorry.” Barbie plunged her hand in her purse for the tissue packet and managed to spill her popcorn on him as well.
“I…I couldn’t be sorrier,” she muttered, more embarrassed than she’d ever felt before.
“Would you kindly just leave.”
“I—”
He pointed in the direction he wanted her to go, then shook his head in disgust.
Barbie couldn’t get out of the row fast enough. Feeling like a clumsy fool, she rushed into the empty lobby. She yanked a handful of napkins from the dispenser and hurriedly returned to the theater.
The man was still brushing popcorn off his lap when she offered him the napkins.
“Can I get you anything else?” she asked in a loud whisper.
His intense blue eyes glared back at her. “I think you’ve already done enough. The best thing you could do is leave me alone.”
“Oh.”
He didn’t need to be so rude. “I said I was sorry,” she told him.
“Fine. Apology accepted. Now if it’s possible, I’d like to enjoy the movie.”
Barbie gritted her teeth. She felt like dumping another soft drink on his head. It wasn’t as if she’d purposely spilled the soda. It’d been an accident and she’d apologized repeatedly. She felt her regret turn into annoyance at his ungracious reaction.
Because he’d made it abundantly clear that he wanted her far away, Barbie took an empty seat on the aisle five rows back from the wheelchair section. She made a determined effort to focus her attention on the movie, which had started about ten minutes earlier.
It was a comedy, just as she’d requested, only now she wasn’t in any mood to laugh. Instead, she tapped her foot compulsively, scowling at the unfriendly man seated below her. When she saw that her tapping was irritating others, she crossed her legs and allowed her foot to swing. In all her life she’d never met anyone so incredibly rude. He deserved to have that soda dumped in his lap!
The rest of the audience laughed at the antics on the screen. Barbie might have, too, if she’d been able to concentrate. Almost against her will, her eyes kept traveling to the man in the wheelchair. The little girl in her wanted to stick her tongue out at him.
He’d asked her to move and yet no one sat next to him. In fact, the entire row was empty. He hadn’t come with anyone; he just didn’t want her sitting next to him.
What exactly was wrong with her? Lots of men would have welcomed her company. And they would’ve been more polite about that little accident, too. She was tempted to give that… that Neanderthal a piece of her mind. He had a lot of nerve asking her to leave. It was a free country and she could sit anywhere she darn well pleased.
Barbie left halfway through the movie, pacing the lobby in her exasperation. Where did he get off acting like such a jerk—and worse, making her feel like one? The teenager who’d sold her the ticket watched her for several minutes.
“Is everything okay?” she called out.
Barbie whirled around, her agitation mounting. “I was just insulted,” she said, although there wasn’t anything the girl could do about it. “Without realizing it, I sat in the wheelchair seating and this man told me to move.”
The girl looked down, but not before Barbie caught her smiling.
“Do you think that’s funny?” she asked.
“No, no, I’m sorry. You didn’t have to move if you didn’t want to.”
“I didn’t know that at the time. I assumed there was someone with him and I’d taken his or her spot.”
“He was alone.”
“So it seems. Furthermore, I didn’t mean to spill my drink on him. It was an accident.”
The girl’s eyes widened. “You spilled your drink? On him?”
“In his lap.”
The teenager giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. “Did he get mad?”
“Well, yes, but it was an accident. The popcorn, too.”
Another giggle escaped. “Oh, my gosh.”
Barbie raised her eyebrows at this girl’s amusement. “I have never met a more unreasonable or ruder man in my entire life,” she said pointedly.
“That’s my uncle Mark,” the girl explained, grinning openly now.
“He’s your…uncle.” Barbie seemed to leap from one fire into another. Every word she’d said was likely to be repeated to “Uncle Mark.” Well, good. Someone should give that arrogant, supercilious hothead a real talking-to. Who did he think he was, anyway?
“Unfortunately, he can be a bit unreasonable,” the girl said.
“Tell me about it.”
“You shouldn’t let him bother you.”
Barbie opened her mouth to argue and then decided the girl was right. She’d paid for her ticket, the same as he had, and could sit wherever she pleased. If she chose to sit in the wheelchair area, that was her business, as long as no one legitimately needed the seat. And no one did.
“Why don’t you go back in?” the girl suggested. “It’s a very funny movie, you know.”
“Thanks—I will.” Barbie marched into the theater, determined to sit where she wanted.
And lost her nerve.
It just wasn’t in her to create a scene. Instead she walked over to her previous seat. She slipped into it, balancing her purse on her lap, and stared at the screen. Whatever was happening in the movie bypassed her completely.
Giving up on the film, she studied the back of the man’s head. He must’ve sensed her watching him because he shifted his position, as though he felt uncomfortable. Fine with her.
In another thirty minutes, the movie ended and the lights came on. The theater emptied, but Barbie remained in her seat. Mark whatever-his-name stayed where he was, too. When the last person had walked out, he wheeled his chair toward the exit.
“Are you always so rude?” she asked, striding after him.
He wheeled around and for an instant seemed surprised to see her.
“I’m rude when the situation calls for it,” Mark informed her.
In the darkened theater Barbie hadn’t gotten a good look at him. She did now and almost did a double take. The man was gorgeous. Mean as a snake, though. Gary would never have talked to a woman the way this man did. He’d always been respectful. Polite.
“I wish I hadn’t apologized,” she muttered. “You didn’t deserve it.”
“Listen, you do whatever you want. All I ask is that you stay out of my way.”
“Gladly.” She marched ahead with all the righteousness she could muster. But before she left the building, Barbie decided to stop at the ladies’ room.
She’d just emerged when she saw Mark wheel himself into the theater lobby.
“He was pretty annoyed,” his niece said in a low voice, joining Barbie.
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