Chapter 62

They turned toward the lights and people.

“No,” Liam decided. “Mo-ther will b-ring them home. Or s-some child can…have them. What use do w-we have for a Stet-son and h-hobby horse at h-home?”

Frank thought of one and grinned. “Hopefully your mother will collect them.”

When Frank turned back for the trees, he gasped. Someone stood right in front of them. He was apparently wrong about the woods. “Probably teenagers goofing about,” he said quietly to Liam.

Older kids didn’t like harvest festivals, did they? They liked soaping windows and spraying cars with shaving cream on Halloween.

“I guess we should be on the lookout for eggs.”

“I didn’t bring any eggs, Freaky Frank.”

“Do I know you?” Frank released his end of the corn husk, ready to protect Liam if need be. He had never used the lightning’s curse as a weapon, but something about the situation already felt menacing, and he would if necessary.

“You don’t remember last year, do you?”