![]() ![]() ![]() “Beth.” Xavier stopped walking and took hold of my shoulders. Why would anyone want to dress up as ghosts and zombies? It’s like everyone’s worst nightmares coming to life.” I knew he wasn’t exaggerating jack-o’-lanterns and plaster headstones already adorned every front porch in town in honor of the occasion. “Everyone around here takes it very seriously.” “You should try and get into the spirit of it,” Xavier said. “I promised my kid sister I’d stay home and carve pumpkins.” “Because we have a reputation to uphold,” I said, nudging him. “How come in all the paintings, angels are depicted guarding thrones in Heaven or taking out demons? I wonder why they’re never shown in the kitchen making burritos.” “Are you coming over for dinner tonight?” I asked Xavier, linking my arm through his. ![]() ![]() Occasionally the watery sunlight broke through and fingers of light danced across the grounds, warming the back of my neck. The weather forecast had predicted a clear afternoon, but the sun was fighting an uphill battle and the sky remained a cheerless, gunmetal gray. WHEN the final bell sounded at Bryce Hamilton, Xavier and I gathered our things and headed out onto the south lawn. He was in a bind, ’cos he was way behind How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, ![]()
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