“So’s I thought, uh, Sandra, I wuz thinkin’, you know, you know, I wuz — there’s a place, the Cinema, they is playin’ movies, you know, you know, I mean, like,” He grunted, he really wanna sniffle, his nose was stuffy, but he don’t think Sandra would approve. “I, uh… They got movies on, you know. It’s called the Cinema.”
“A movie theatre?”
“Yeah.” Wojo knew he sounded like an idiot, he don’t gotta explain a theater. He wasn’t sure he got the name right — it was actually the Broad Avenue Cinema, but Wojo knew it as “the Cinema” that was on Broad, and he didn’t know that cinema was a word, not a brand. “The Cinema. They put on classic movies sometimes. I thought, I was thinking, I thunk, I thought, I was — I thought, maybe, uh, maybe, you’d like to go see one sometime. A movie. A classic movie. Or a modern one, I don’t care. They do modern ones too.” He paused before blurting out, “They got flavored popcorn too. But don’t get the green… uh… matchoo. Gross. Tastes like… well, I don’wanna say what it taste like, cuz you’re a girl.” He blushed and looked down, then bit his lip and corrected himself. “Woman.”
From Wojo the Bricklayer
