Happy Halloween, everyone! This is the FIRST year I am not taking anyone out to go trick or treating. I started doing it in 1977 with our first child, Sara. I dressed her in an angel costume. Actually that’s not true - one year Tom did it by himself when Emily was a new baby, and I stayed home to get ready for the baptism dinner which was the next day. Another year Emily took Amanda when they walked the streets of Owensville. Amanda isn’t happy about it. Btw, Amanda was born with Down syndrome so that’s the reason she continued to go while in high school, but now she’s graduated.
I don’t usually post on Saturday but want to share a Halloween excerpt from one of my favorite books. I wrote A Fiery Secret in first person. This excerpt is about my feisty investigative reporter, Catherine Steel, attending a Halloween party. Miranda, a secondary character, was inspired by Amanda.
Miranda and Kevin were waiting on the porch for me, so I didn’t get out of the car. Mrs. Carter waved from the doorway. I thought it was cute when Miranda didn’t get in the front seat with me, but got in the back seat with Kevin.
I turned around and smiled at the young couple. “You two look great. I love your costumes.” Miranda, dressed in a bodysuit with an attached light green skirt and wings, made an adorable pixie Tinkerbell. Kevin looked good as Peter Pan, wearing a jagged tunic with a rope tie, matching tights, and a hat with a red feather.
“Thank you, but I wanted to be Wendy instead of Tinkerbell. Mom couldn’t find a Wendy costume.”
I put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. “Sorry you couldn’t be Wendy. I’m surprised Tinkerbell wasn’t your first choice. I do like you as a little fairy.”
“But Wendy gets the guy.”
I nodded. “You have a point.”
Twenty minutes later, we were at the Michaels’ house. After I put a small mask on my face, we got out of the Civic. “The band is outside and there’s going to be dancing on the patio. If you get too cold outside, you can go in.” Fortunately, it’d been a warmer day than yesterday.
“The graveyard is so cool,” Kevin said.
Miranda and I agreed while we stared at several tombstones in the front yard. A blue flood light illuminated the graveyard. Fog slowly drifted over the ground around the tombstones.
We walked around to the back where a good size crowd was already dancing. An orange flood light shone over a table loaded with food, punch and other drinks. Several strings of decorative lights hung from the tree branches and on the fence surrounding the yard. Skeletons dangled from tree branches, swaying in the wind. When I saw the outdoor patio heaters in different spots, I realized Mr. and Mrs. Michaels and their sons had thought of everything to have a successful party.
While Kevin and Miranda went to dance, I searched the group of costumed people, trying to see Scott or Jake. I picked out a pirate with his back turned talking to Hilary, a Bengal cheerleader, and Keith, a Bengal football player. Both were dressed in the team’s orange and black colors. Hilary’s auburn hair was pulled back on the sides with an orange scrunchy. Before I could go talk to Pirate Jake and tell him about Scott, I saw Batman in full costume moving towards me. It had to be Scott. Although I thought it a shame for him to have half of his handsome face covered with a black mask, there was something so sexy and thrilling about a man disguised as a superhero.
I took a deep breath when he stopped next to me and said, “Well, Poison Ivy, I’ve been watching for you.”
“I’m glad you’re Batman. How did you know I’d be Poison Ivy?” I’d never told Scott I was going as Poison Ivy.
“I have my sources.” He groaned. “Seeing you in that costume is making me want to kiss every inch of you. I think we better dance.”
He drew me into his arms and I put my arms around his neck. Thank God, it was a slow dance. I loved being pressed against him, feeling his manly strength.
“Everything looks great,” I said, “but I especially like the fog around the graveyard.”
“Chad built the fog maker.”
“Was he trying to redeem himself after his accident?”
He ignored my comment and squeezed my butt. “Of course, I don’t know for sure, but this costume has to be better than your belt skirt.”