Who: Frank and Mary James (NPC) What: (very) Short conversation about Halloween When: Friday afternoon Where: The James apartment Warnings: None
No parent wanted to hear about Halloween in the middle of July and that's why, in the James household, there was a gag order on all talk of Halloween costumes until October first rolled around. The children bounced on their heels all through September, but as soon as the date up and passed all bets were off. The magazines, props, fabric, and decorations were dragged out from their various hiding places and suddenly everyone had spiderwebs in their hair. Frank and Mary sat content in the middle of the chaos, cutting out construction paper pumpkins that would fall down within the week and discussing their plans for the big day.
"Are you going trick-or-treating this year?" Frank asked.
Mary looked at him like he was crazy. "Of course," she said in a tone which might as well have been a 'duh' before looking back down at her pumpkin. "Why wouldn't I?"
"I d'know. Michael said his sister says she's too old to go trick-or-treating now," he shrugged. "Do you have a costume yet?"
"No. I don't know what I want to be."
Frank beamed. "I have an idea!"
"Like what?" she looked at him suspiciously. "I'm ain't going as any of your Civil War stuff, Frank."
"Don't say ain't. Mom'll get mad."
"Dad says ain't."
"Dad's allowed to. Anyway, I have an idea," Frank repeated himself, slapping some glue on his pumpkin so that he could put a stem on top. "We should go as Aunt Bonnie and Mister Clyde."
"I'm not gonna wear a dress."
"Yeah, but I bet you'd get to carry a machine gun."
Mary perked up noticeably, though her eyes still narrowed slightly. "Did Aunt Bonnie ever have a sword?"
"No, but the gun's cooler, Mary. We should go as them!"
"Maybe. I still might want to go as Xena though."
Frank frowned. "I'm going to ask Aunt Bonnie about stuff for you."
Mary just shrugged and went back to her pumpkins, knowing that it was best to ignore that off shining look in her brother's eyes.