Richville, Pennsylvania

Elizabeth's POV

"Unbelievable! You're charging 15 bucks for a bucket of popcorn?" I stammered. Rosie and I were at the Pocono Movie Theater, which has been around since 1990. The smell of buttered popcorn, and queso traveled throughout the lobby.

"Yes, 15 bucks!" said the employee, in his heavy Arabic accent.

"This is like highway robbery!" I scoffed. I been going to this movie theater, since I was a little peanut, and it was only 10 bucks for a bucket of popcorn!"

"Just pay, alright?" demanded the employee.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Omar." he replied.

"Okay, Omar, I am getting a bucket of popcorn. I didn't even ask for a drink, or candy. I only have 10 bucks on me."

"You don't pay, you don't get the popcorn," said Omar.

"Babe, I'll spot you!" Rosie chimed in. She gave Omar a 20 dollar bill. "All set, Liz!"

"Thanks, Rosie!" I said.

"Why you pay for her?" asked Omar, with a confused look.

"She's my friend," said Rosie.

"Get out of here!" said Omar.

"I wonder if he treats everyone that way?" I asked, moving along, with my bucket of buttered popcorn. We walked towards 7A, where I Don't Want To Marry You, would be playing soon. We sat down, and just waited till the previews were done.

"We have the whole theater to ourselves!" beamed Rosie, digging into her nachos, loaded with hot queso, then washing them down with some Sprite.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," I said. "A whole barrage of people may come pouring in. We have plenty of time. The movie doesn't start till 1:15."

As if on que, more people came entering, chattering all the while. Rosie's lips turned pouty. "You idiot!"

"Sorry!" I laughed, eating my popcorn, my fingers becoming buttery. "So, how is your aunt holding up?"

"Not very good," Rosie sighed. She's been having back to back heart problems. Her blood pressure is extremely high, and there's a good chance, she might be in hospice soon."

"Oh dear!" I gasped.

"She's been in the hospital for three weeks now. I don't know what else to do."

"Are you and her close?" I asked.

"Very much so," replied Rosie, eating the last of her nachos, with very little queso left. "I hope she can pull through, Liz."

"I feel the love, babe," I said. At an instant, I accidentally knocked over my bucket of popcorn, resulting in a huge mess over my lap, and on the floor. "Are you serious right now?!

"You want me to get you another bucket?" asked Rosie.

"Nah, I'll be alright," I sighed. The previews were now over, and the room turned dark, as the movie started playing.  My mind was focused on Rosie, more than the movie. Her aunt was in poor health, and she may not have much time left.

The thought of it, sent a shiver down my spine.

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