Sinbad his his face into Shark’s lap, trying to hide his approaching shame and anger.
“What’s wrong, Sinbad? Is it because I said ‘honeymoon’?” Shark weaved his fingers into the hair. “Look, if that’s the problem…”
Then Sinbad threw himself back to the wall, as though he’d just been shot. He buried his face into his hands, before speaking.
“Yeah, that’s the problem. At the rate the money’s going, you’ll probably have to forget about a honeymoon.” He pulled his knees up to his chest, and began sulking. “Or else wait a hell of a long time for one.”
Shark slid down to the floor, and joined Sinbad. “Is the money really that bad?” Sinbad nodded. “Well, I don’t really care if we have one or not. Really, it’s not mandatory.”
The sulking persisted. Shark had a feeling that the honeymoon wasn’t the true problem.
“You’re upset because you don’t think you can support both of us, do you?” He lay his head onto Sinbad’s shoulder, but Sinbad only pulled away. “Or is it something else?”
“No, that’s sort of it. The job I got is great and all, but damn. I can’t exactly support two people on just that without serious cutbacks.”
The tone of his voice was more grave and pained than Shark had ever heard it. “And you don’t want to keep relying on Dad for the rest of his life, either?”
“No shit.” Sinbad now felt a pair of arms embrace him, and hold him close. Shark then nuzzled his cheek.
“Well, remember that I’m still waiting for a response from the bookstore. Maybe if all goes well, money won’t be so tight around here.” This didn’t seem to give much consolation.
“Come on, Sinbad. I don’t care if we have a honeymoon. I don’t care how lavish a wedding we have.” Once again, he lay his head on his shoulder. “All I care about is that it’s with you. That probably sounds weird, considering who my relatives are, but it’s true.”
Normally, being half-naked was an enticing situation. Now it seemed to have been forgotten about. Shark was more focused on comforting Sinbad, rather than arousing him.
“So you’re saying you’re cool with a shitty wedding?”
“Are you going to be there?” Sinbad nodded. “Then of course I am. Although, it might be a good idea to start saving up for a house. Maybe we can make that our goal.”
It sounded like a plan. “So basically, save up enough for a down payment on a house, then get married? That sound good to you?”
Shark nodded, and smiled. “That’s good enough for me.”
Dennis passed the time by finishing up the decorations in the lobby. So far, there hadn’t been any adult supervision sent after the teenagers.
He knew something told him to look the other way, considering his daughter was involved. Something else told him he needed to abide by the rules now.
When he was halfway done, Dennis approached the ticket seller while on break.
“Excuse me. The kids who were in here earlier, how old did they say they were?” The answer he received was that all of them claimed to be eighteen. He was also told that one of them was getting discounts because ‘her father worked here!’
Now knowing Lolly had been using him to get special treatment at the movies, Dennis growled. Then he requested having an usher go in and bring them out.
When he returned to his work, Dennis watched said usher enter the theater. He kept his back turned as he could hear a loud commotion coming from that room.
He only had hung up the latest string of ghosts and pumpkins when the group came back out.
“Oh, come on! We’re regulars! We paid to see this movie! My father will hear about this!” Lolly’s declaration now upset Dennis. He didn’t turn around, not even as she called to him.
“See? There he is! Dad! Hey, Dad! Tell these idiots I paid, and I should watch the movie!” Slowly, he turned his head to look upon her.
“You, watch an R-rated movie? At your age? I’m surprised you haven’t been banned yet.” Lolly and her friends now looked frightened, seeing that their story was falling apart. “Go home, and I’ll work out your punishment after I get done here.”
Blaise and Alma practically stumbled through the door, meager groceries or not.
“So the pancake mix goes in the pantry, and the milk and eggs in the fridge.” Alma became exasperated when she watched Blaise quickly enter the kitchen. “Not listening to me, are you?”
“Pancake mix in pantry, milk and eggs in fridge! Don’t worry, I’m not that much of a ditz. Come on, how long have we known each other?”
Alma pondered the exact amount of years as she put the rest of the purchases in their corresponding locations. “A lot of years. Makes me wonder what took us so long to move in together.”
“Money problems? Fear of losing contact? We’ll probably never know. All things considered, the place ain’t too shabby.”
“That’s very true. We could’ve ended up in one of those horrible swamp houses.”
“Yup.” When Blaise finished putting away the bag she carried, she pulled Alma into a side hug. Confused by this, Alma was about to ask what prompted this display of affection.
Her question was answered before it was even asked.
“I don’t do this often enough with ya, so…What the hell! Each day I’m glad yer in my life!”