“Do you like movies?” Sharyn asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“What’s your favorite film?”
“What a question. Where to start. There’s ‘Lawrence of Arabia’ and ‘Doctor Zhivago’ (mostly for the music), ‘It’s a Wonderful Life,’ ‘Casablanca,’ ‘Wizard of Oz’ . . .”
“Anything more recent?” Sharyn cut in.
“I guess I don’t go to movies much anymore,” I answered. “I remember that I enjoyed ‘Goodwill Hunting.’”
“That was over twenty-five years ago! And besides, it’s spelled ‘Good Will Hunting.’ Don’t you remember? The main character’s name is Will Hunting.”
“Wait a second,” I asked. “How could you tell I misspelled it?”
“Yes, I do.”
“What’s your favorite film?”
“What a question. Where to start. There’s ‘Lawrence of Arabia’ and ‘Doctor Zhivago’ (mostly for the music), ‘It’s a Wonderful Life,’ ‘Casablanca,’ ‘Wizard of Oz’ . . .”
“Anything more recent?” Sharyn cut in.
“I guess I don’t go to movies much anymore,” I answered. “I remember that I enjoyed ‘Goodwill Hunting.’”
“That was over twenty-five years ago! And besides, it’s spelled ‘Good Will Hunting.’ Don’t you remember? The main character’s name is Will Hunting.”
“Wait a second,” I asked. “How could you tell I misspelled it?”
