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“Trickortreat, right?” Brady explains.
“Shut it!”
I’m pointing my finger in Brady’s face threateningly. Liam doesn’t need to hear this.
“Oh, so you agree?”
That motherfucker. I could deck him right now.
“Fine.”
The celebration across the table at my words would be funny if it wasn’t at my expense.
High-fives are exchanged, and then Liam hops up to come meet Brady with a chest bump.
“What are you going to be?” Liam asks Brady.
I won’t lie; his question has me perking up with interest.
Brady doesn’t hesitate. “Something scary. What were you planning on being?”
“A football player,” Liam answers.
Liam is still standing next to Brady’s chair.
“How about adeadfootball player? Or azombiefootball player?”
Liam is starting to bounce on the soles of his feet. “Yeah!”
His excitement is really starting to ramp up, and his bouncing has turned into hopping.
Swinging his gaze to me, Brady puts both his big arms on the table and rest his chins on his hands. “What areyougonna be?”
“I honestly wasn’t planning on dressing up.”
Brady scoffs in disbelief.
“She hasn’t dressed up in a few years,” Liam explains. “I think the last time was when I was five, and she dressed up as a cat. She usually just takes me around and waits on the sidewalk.”
Yeah, so? I’m an adult for Christ’s sake. That’s what most parents do.
Liam acts like I’ve let him down in some way. He’s always been able to coordinate friends to go out with us, and I’ve chaperoned.
It’s been hard enough making sure we have the money for Liam to have a decent costume before this job. Getting one for me, too?
Well, I supposed I could have worked something out, but things are always so hectic.
“Well, that isnotgoing to work this year. We’re going to make this fun! And fun on Halloween is having a great costume.”
Brady leans back in the chair and is speaking as if the matter is settled.
“Awesome! This is going to be awesome.”
Liam celebration is a little premature, as far as I’m concerned.
“Wait. What are you planning on being again?”
My question is directed at Brady—Mr. Organizer across the table.
