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hadn't left them at home. They might not be suitable for Kara, but . . . |
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Why don't I ask Tom over to my place? Lynn said they'd be back early. He can follow me home, and maybe we can watch one or two of them. And it'll give us a chance to be alone. |
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The idea made her nervous and excited. She really shouldn't have him in the house with her parents gone, but it'd sure be neat. As long as they didn't get too carried away. And as long as nobody ever found out. |
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'So what do you think?' Kara asked. 'Maybe one of those? Maybe not the Disney stuff, you guys are too old for that. But maybe Goonies or The Stuff. Have you ever seen The Stuff?' |
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'Oh, it's great.' With a potholder, Kara lifted the popper and tilted it over the bowl, dribbling butter onto the popcorn. 'See, there's this white goop kind of like marshmallow topping? Only thing is, people can't stop eating it and it turns them into these awful yucky monsters. It's really gross, but it's funny, too, and it's not really a kid movie. You think Tom'll like it?' |
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'We can give it a try. But you must've already seen it.' |
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'Oh, I like to watch movies over and over again if they're good.' She shook the popcorn bowl and jiggled it up and down. 'I bet I've seen Willy Wonka a hundred times.' |
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'Well, maybe just seventy-eight or eighty. I never actually counted.' She set the bowl on the counter and started to sprinkle salt onto the popcorn. |
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