Amy was going to be so mad at me, but Maria deserved this night of fun. What was the worse thing that could happen? “Of course I will go to the Halloween dance with you,” I said.
I had never been dropped off at a Goodwill in a chauffeured Rolls, but a driver and a blonde body was a new thing for me.
“What are we doing here?” asked Clara. She stretched out her bat-wings. Her horns were less prominent today and they were getting smaller and smaller. Soon her halo would fit.
“What are we doing here?” asked Jimmy. He straighened his chauffeur’s cap and held the door for me.
“I am buying a Halloween costume for the dance.”
“This is a thrift store. The Halloween store is in the old closed Macy’s at the mall,” said Jimmy.