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We’re dropped a few blocks from our stop and get nothing but disappointed looks from expectant faces waiting to see who’s emerging from the limo. It’s all I can do to keep from laughing when Lucas grips my hand. “Wow. They have no clue.”
He picks up the pace with me in tow.
“Hey, we’re supposed to be old.”
“We need to make up a little time.”
“Want to let me in on the secret now?”
“We’re almost there,” he assures me. “Just follow my lead.”
We start to approach the theater, and Lucas slows his walk to a leisurely pace, so I follow suit.
“We’re going to the movies?”
He stays silent and squeezes my hand. I zip it. Within seconds of entering the ticket line, we’re approached by a man with a clipboard.
“Hey, there folks, how are we doing tonight?”
Lucas responds in his new native tongue.
“Good evening. We’re well, thank you.”
“I’m sorry to interrupt you folks, but I was wondering if you’d be interested in a special screening we have tonight.”
Lucas plays his part. “What movie?”
“Not at liberty to say, but it’s coming out in the next year, and I think you and your wife may enjoy it. Once you sign this release, I’ll be able to give you more details.”
Lucas turns to me brows raised as if it all depends on my answer and I take my cue and nod.
“Great,” the guy says, handing us a waiver to fill out when we step out of line. “Just take this to the man over there when you’re done, and he’ll get you where you need to be.
I stand idly by as Lucas fills out the form.
“Gladys? Really?”
“Shut up, Dame,” he says in a whistle through his teeth.
“Sorry. But your name better damn well be as…wait,” I say in a heated whisper reading as he writes, “you get to be Sean McConnery?”
He chuckles as he walks us over to the usher and hands him the papers. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. McConnery.”
A few minutes later we’re guided into the theater and placed closer to the front due to my ‘hearing’ problem.
“Funny,” I say, jabbing him in the ribs once we’re seated. “Not only do I get the worst of southern names but you make me hard of hearing as well. “You apparently are since you can’t seem to follow direction and keep your mouth shut,” he says, giving me the side-eye.
“Geesh, sorry, I’m just…excited.”
“I know, baby,” he says, kissing the back of my hand.
“So, will you tell me now?”
“It’s our movie, Dame.”
“What?” I say, sitting up in my seat turning to look at him. “Cairo? You’re kidding.”
“Shhh,” he says. “It’s a test screen.”
