I was in my car by the theater at 6:13, but it took me seven minutes to find a parking place, so after a short walk from my car, I met Morris at 6:23 pm. As I was close, before saying hello, he stared at his watch and snickered, "Well, one of us was here on time."
I apologized, explaining the parking issue. He ignored the subject, had a strange smile, and we entered. The theater was mostly empty. I knew it would be almost empty: Not many Americans would bother going out to see an old French film. Morris led us to a couple of seats by the aisle. The commercials and previews took less time than I thought, and then the movie started.
I liked the characters and got absorbed in the plot immediately, but I noticed that Morris's eyes focused on the screen only when the actress, Brigitte Bardot
