One is blue, like a summer sky bereft of clouds. Of course, that doesn’t change a damn thing because Barron is staring at me from his dual-colored eyes. I unwrap it and pop the entire thing in my mouth so I don’t have to answer. It’s like, an organic, all-natural health food version. It’s not the usual Reese’s because my moms are weird sometimes. Most especially because I lived it over and over and over again.Ī shiver takes over me, and I shrug, dipping my hand into the bowl of candy and coming up with a peanut butter cup. The other was last month, on September twenty-fifth. One of these celebrations takes place tonight, the thirtieth of October, which is the day before Halloween in all its macabre glory. The thing is, I can’t decide if he’s drawing a Devil’s Night celebration … or if he’s remembering last month’s Devils’ Day Party. He’s been drawing macabre things all week, people in masks dancing revelry around a wild bonfire. “Are you okay?” Barron whispers, curled up on the sofa beside me, sketchbook in hand. It’s because the night before Halloween is known as Devil’s Night which, in my opinion, is far too similar to Devils’ Day. StunichĪnd not because I don’t enjoy a glass of apple cider, a bowl full of candy, and a movie marathon with jack-o-lanterns grinning in the windows. "Devils' Day Party: Devil's Night Bonus Scene" (C) C.M.
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