While we were waiting for the movie to begin,
my wife caught up with her old friend Maryann,
and because I could only make out every
third or fourth word, my attention fluttered off
in search of something else and landed on
the thirty-five-ish couple sitting three rows
in front of us—the backs of their heads
and then the bare left arm and hand
of the young woman, who kept gathering
locks of her long, straight auburn hair
between her middle and index fingers, pulling
each tress away from her head and through
her extended fingers with a dexterous twist