The Town of Babylon

by Alejandro Varela

In the days that followed, Marco checked up on me regularly. After a week, he invited me to see Avatar. He bought the tickets. He bought jumbo popcorn, sour gummy bears, chocolate-covered almonds, and a large ginger ale. After the movie, which he loved—I, however, couldn’t help but think of how many better movies could have been made with the CGI budget alone—he offered to walk me home.