red-faced woman in a voice whose carrying power was by no means confined to the immediate vicinity, “get out on a bus and do your petting there. Some people like to enjoy the pictures without love-making.”
She leaned back and continued, apparently to herself:
“Some people make me sick, loving up in movie places. I’ve a good mind to call the usher and tell him to make some people behave. Disgusting. I call it. Some people-"
The diatribe faded into a confused mumbling.
Tommy turned to Dorothy.
“Funny, isn’t it?” he commented, none too softly. “Some people like to yell in public.”
He felt that it wasn’t a very good effort to cover his confusion. Dorothy smiled enigmatically. Another thump from the rear followed.
"What did you say?" demanded the stout, red-faced woman. "Did you have something to say? "Say it again, will you? Say it again!"
Tommy turned about quickly and whispered to Dorothy.
"It isn't much of a picture," he confided. "Let's go somewhere where there aren't so many pests."
Dorothy nodded, put on her hat and rose quickly. The stout red-faced woman also rose.
"I want to talk to you, young man," she said. "Come here just a minute."
Tommy disregarded her.
"Come on, Dot," he whispered, taking Dorothy by the arm.
He hurried her up the aisle to the door. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw his adversary starting after him.
"Some people have a lot of nerve!" he heard her exclaim. "A decent woman can't come to a picture show
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