We get to the Landmark Theatre in the heart of DC at 9:45. It’s practically empty. We get tickets to the 9:50 show. We get Cherry Cokes and buttered popcorn from the concession stand and then we head into Theatre Six because that’s what the ticket says. The movie has already started. We grab seats on the end of a row. On screen, Jackie’s got on the pink suit with the blood stains on it. She’s in the White House. I’m confused. Is this the start of the movie? Because it’s 9:54. 

I look at the ticket stub. It says 9:20. We’re in the wrong theatre, which is actually good, because I hate missing the start of movies.  

So we leave and go find the right theatre. It’s down the hall, and it’s small and damn near empty. Four people. A group of three in the center of a row and then a random man all the way over in the corner. And it’s early enough that the house lights haven’t gone down yet. The group is a black girl and two of her friends.. 

Wait. 

Wait a damn minute! 

Is that—