Yesterday we went to the moves and saw The Turning. (Ah, yesterday, when I didn’t know how completely they could destroy Henry James.)
During the opening credits Gary snuggled a little closer to me. I felt something touch my shoulder, and I glanced over, and saw this:
He had smuggled our fake dead hand into the theater and was using it to caress my shoulder.
I had to stifle my laughter. I wish I could say I jumped. It probably would have been more effective if he had waited until a scary part, but well enough: there were no scary parts.