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“Remember, let me order the tickets.” Sandra ran a hand through her chestnut hair, took a deep breath, and yanked on the door handle of the movie theater.
Her three daughters followed close behind, walking in order of age. Fifteen, thirteen, eleven. Her oldest stood a head taller than her.
She approached the acne faced concession worker with a wide smile. “Hey. We’d like four tickets to Toy Tales 5, please.”
The boy narrowed his gaze, glanced to each of them. “Can I see some ID?”
Heat crept up Sandra’s neck. “I, uh, actually left mine at home. But as you can see, we’re all of age to see the movie.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a giggle.
He shifted on his feet. “I dunno. I’m supposed to see ID.”
She gave him a coy smile. “Couldn’t you make this one exception? I’m their older sister.”
He frowned. “Sorry. No one over the age of eighteen is allowed in the movie theater. Kids movies are for kids.” The boy snorted. “Can you imagine what kind of world it would be if adults actually watched that stuff? Sorry, lady. No ID, no movie.”
©Laura L. Zimmerman 2019
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