“Actually,” she said, noting my disapproval, “some guy came out. He was kinda old, but in a cute way. And he had a cool scar through his right eyebrow.” Because that, of course, is a great reason to trust somebody. “‘Are you looking for a costume?’ he asked me. ‘Nobody’s been in all day… I guess I should have ordered that sign a bit sooner, huh?’ And he winked at me.
“He seemed nice enough, and I could see past him into the store, to see that he actually did have costumes, and not freaky bondage ones or anything, some really beautiful stuff, so I told him that sure, I was looking for something. And I told him I didn’t have a whole lot of money to spend on it, which he didn’t seem to mind too much.