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counter.
    “Can I help you?” The
pretty blonde teenage girl behind the counter asked with an air of
impatience. Music buzzed out of the earbud in one of her ears. When
she turned, the earbud that wasn’t in her ear swung around her
cash register.
    “I really hope that you’re
going to tuck away those headphones before you serve us,” Amy
said.
    The cashier gave us a cold smile, and
pulled the headphones from her ears, shoving them into her back
pocket. “What can I get for you?” she asked with a small
roll of her eyes.
    “A large popcorn with no butter,
please, and…” I looked down to Sarah who was holding
four bags of candy. “Only one, Sarah.”
    “Two,” she said.
    “One. Pick now or no candy,”
I said, turning back to the girl as she placed the large popcorn in
front of me. The popcorn glistened up at me as it settled.
    I looked back at the girl who was
watching me expectantly. “Sorry, I ordered no butter.”
    “No butter. No butter. No
butter,” whispered Sarah under her breath.
    “You said butter,” the girl
said, practically glaring at me.
    “She said no butter, you just
didn’t hear her because you had headphones in,” Amy said
exasperated.
    “Actually, no, I didn’t. I
put my headphones in my pocket before you even ordered,” the
girl said.
    “It’s fine.” I put my
hand out toward Amy. “My daughter can’t have butter.”
    “It’s not actually butter,
it’s like vegan,” she said.
    I took a deep breath to steady myself.
“It’s the texture on her hands, it freaks her out. She
can’t do the butter; I ordered no butter, please.”
    “No butter. No butter,”
Sarah said.
    “I’m going to go get my
manager,” the girl said.
    “This chick is going to make us
miss our entire movie,” Amy grumbled, pulling her phone out to
text something into it. “It hasn’t started yet,”
she said after a minute.
    Another tall, middle-aged woman walked
up, her salt-and-pepper hair in a high bun. A big smile spread across
her face as she stopped in front of us.
    “Samantha tells
me you have some questions about our butter?” she said in
greeting.
    “No, I ordered a popcorn with no
butter and got one with butter and—”
    “No butter!” Sarah
screamed, she grabbed for the popcorn but I intercepted her. I picked
her up, holding her to me as she made loud distressed sounds and
kicked out in my arms.
    “My niece has special needs. We
ordered popcorn with no butter for her. Please go get it,” Amy
said to the woman.
    I grabbed out my wallet and threw it on
the counter. “I’m going to take Sarah over there,”
I said as I walked out of the crowd.
    “It’s okay, angel, aunt Amy
is getting it,” I whispered over and over again, as she
continued to thrash and whimper in arms. People cleared from our
path, gawking as they passed.
    I sat Sarah on my lap, giving her
squeezes until she calmed down. “Do you want to do gymnast
breaths?”
    “One,” she said, breathing
in shallowly.
    “Two,” I said, breathing in
deeply and gesturing with a hand for her to do the same.
    As we finished breathing to ten, Amy
walked up with two big tubs of popcorn and stopped a few feet away.
“You still want to go see this?” she asked as we stood.
    “I think so,” I said,
leaning down to Sarah. “Do you still want to go to the movie
angel?”
    “Yes movie,” she said.
    “Okay, let’s do this then,”
Amy said, tilting her head toward where the theaters were. She lifted
the two big tubs of popcorn. “They gave us one for free.”
    “Wow, how generous,” I
said, dryly.
    “It’s all yours, Jamie.
Peter already got us one. You said you’re trying to gain
weight,” she said, lifting the basket up sporting a small,
amused grin.
    As we walked in the theater, a golden
retriever flew across the long black movie screen, his cape billowing
behind him. ‘Space Pup Returns, Coming May 4th’ lit up in
big letters.
    “See, still previews,” I
said as we scanned the dark theater.
    “There he