Maybe Simon didn’t?—
Chords of familiar music hits my ears, and I gasp.
Ever After.
The inaugural show for the drive-in’s grand re-opening isEver After.
The movie that I told Simon was my favorite.
Because she saves herself.
I stand there blinking at the screen, feeling my mom with me while the opening scene begins, and then I’m in motion.
Simon’s here.
He has to be.
But where—there.
Of course.
The booth.
I duck and weave around the cars, racing faster and faster toward the booth in the middle of the drive-in.
I reach the booth and I stop at the door long enough to wipe my wet cheeks, and then I charge in.
No knocking.
This isn’t a night for knocking.
This is?—
“Motherfucker,” I gasp as a tiny woman with dark blond hair glances up from the computer that’s clearly running the show.
Lana starts, then smiles at me. “Hey, Bea.”
“You—you did this?”
A laugh bursts out of her as she shakes her head. “Bandwidth not there for doingthis. Not thethisthat you mean. I’m just operating the computer.”
“Simon,” I whisper.
She nods.
“Where is he?”
She winces. “Paying a little more for his sins?”
“He’s not—he didn’t—he’s paid enough.”
“You’d think so.”
“I—I love him,” I whisper.
“Good,” she whispers back. “I was really, really hoping you would. He’s needed someone like you.”
“Whereishe?”
