Birthright

Maddy took up her post at the rear of the theater. It wasn’t the most scenic place, in that it smelled like old butter and small pieces of trash skittered around her shoes, but she was willing to wait a while if it meant admission. When a door opened on two whistles, she dropped her cigarette and smudged it out. “Oooohh!” Maddy kicked up her feet in a spastic dance and squeezed past the crack in the door. “Man, you are my hero.” She slapped a sloppy kiss on his cheek and shimmied by.

“You want some popcorn? I’m starved.”