“Head out to the pool house after dark. We’re too old for trick-or-treating, so read to me. Something appropriate. I’ll be outside.”
“How will I know you’re really there?”
“I always show up on Halloween.”
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“I’ll be there. Just like every other year, okay?”
“Okay. I trust you. What should I read?”
“I picked out something perfect. See you tonight.”
When I opened my eyes, a book entitledNon Huis Hundi was lying at my feet.
“I’d like to check this out.” As I brought it to the counter, I had to hold it in front of another part of my anatomy.
“That didn’t come from our shelves.” The wannabe actress librarian sneered.
“Oh. I’ll just…Bye.” I grabbed the book and bolted. “Happy Halloween!”
“Yeah, whatever.”
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Shawn…