Part (2/?)


An hour later found Shirley at a movie theater, waiting for the midnight matinee to begin. She looked around. Normally, she wouldn't consider being out at midnight, but she had stayed home on Saturday night once too often. She was going stir crazy... she just needed that little push to get her out the door.

A few minutes into the movie, she noticed a guy take a seat three rows in front of her. Her eyes narrowed, thinking he looked familiar, but she couldn't be sure in the darkened theater. She watched him... more than she watched the movie.

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"Miss?"


Shirley shifted in her seat, but didn't wake up.
"Umm, excuse me?"


Finally, she woke up and realized she'd fallen asleep in the theater. Her eyes opened wide and she nearly jumped up and into the guy trying to wake her. "I'm sorry-" She tilted her head to the side, finally getting a good look at him.

"You're not going to point and laugh, are you?" he asked, a nervous twinge in his voice. He obviously wasn't liking the look she was giving him.

"You were sitting three rows in front of me," she stated.

His brow arched. "Yes, I was. I think that's why I noticed you had fallen asleep." He shrugged. "I just happened to be the closest to you."


Shirley gave an embarrassed smile. "You... just remind me of someone. He's also got brown, curly hair, about the same height. Actually, at first I thought you were him." She paused. "My name's Shirley Feeney." She extended a hand.

He accepted and shook it. "Larry Appleton."

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