“They do exist,” I insisted, as I had when I’d originally told her my plans, only to have her give me a strange look and ask if I was planning on working a street corner for some extra cash after we finished trick-or-treating. “They were just out of them when I got to the costume store. But there was a place for them!”
“Whatever you say,” she shrugged. “Dracula’s a better choice anyhow. Very classic.”
“Why, thank you.” I twirled a bit, though I was pretty sure that was something Dracula wouldn’t do, letting my cape flap a bit behind me. It was black on the outside, of course, but lined with purple.
