“Have you picked out your Halloween shape yet?”
Why did I have to ask that? I assumed I knew the answer.
C.W. always takes the same shape: his beloved three-headed monster, but I just
had to bring it up. There he sat, looking a lot like some character I’ve seen
on television a lot lately, but I can’t remember his name. He’s always standing
behind the president in news clips, looking so sincere that chocolate candy
wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
Anyway, I thought He would say “me” as his shape again. He
says going as himself is the only way most people can see the “real” C.W. It
makes sense, and draws a lot of attention. But no.
“I’m going as a real person this year.”
“Oh.” I nodded toward him with a question look.
“Oh no,” he said. “Not this one. I field-tested it and it
scares the kids too bad.”
“Who then?”
“I’ll give you a hint,” he said. “It’ll be the greatest
Halloween costume the world has ever seen.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“It’ll be such a great costume that it will make Hillary Clinton
turn herself into the FBI.”
“No, C.W., no.”
“I’ve received over five million letters asking me to.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“You’re a poot-headed goose if you don't believe me.”
“Come on, get serious.”
“I’ll have ten thousand of my brothers marching outside,
protecting our blood and soil, if you don’t let me.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“What isn’t?”
“How you’re threatening to appear on Halloween.”
“Is that what we were talking about?”
“I believe so.”
“I forgot. And, oh, I have to go.”
“So you were just kidding about all this?”
“About all what?”
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“Halloween.”
“What about it?”
“How you are going to appear.”
“Oh, I don’t know yet how I’ll appear.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Now I have to go.
“Where to?”
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