“We’re going to a movie down at the Academy,” I tell my family.
“What’s there?” Pop asks.
“A new horror show,” says Nick. “And an old Disney.”
“Is it really a new horror show?” I ask Nick, because I think I’ve seen every one that’s been in town.
“Yup. Just opened. The Gold Bug. Some guy wrote it—I mean in a book once—but it’s supposed to be great. Make the girls squeal anyway. I love that.”
“Hmm.” I just like horror shows anyway, whether girls squeal or not.
“You’ll be the life of the party with that ‘Hmm’ routine.”
“It’s your party.” I shrug.
“Well, you could at least try.”
We hang around the subway kiosk on Fourteenth Street, where Nick said he’d meet them. After half an hour they finally show up.