"Everyone around here takes it very seriously."I knew he wasn't exaggerating jack-o'-lanterns and plaster headstones already adorned every front porch in town in honor of the occasion."I know," I said. I keep forgetting about Halloween.""You should try and get into the spirit of it," Xavier said. "I promised my kid sister I'd stay home and carve pumpkins.""Shoot.
"So are you coming?""Can't." Xavier sighed.
"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.""Because we have a reputation to uphold," I said, nudging him. "Gabriel wants to try making burritos."Xavier looked across at me and laughed."What's funny?""I'm just thinking," he said. Occasionally the watery sunlight broke through and fingers of light danced across the grounds, warming the back of my neck."Are you coming over for dinner tonight?" I asked Xavier, linking my arm through his. The weather forecast had predicted a clear afternoon, but the sun was fighting an uphill battle and the sky remained a cheerless, gunmetal gray. All rights reserved.:ġ The Kids Are All RightWHEN the final bell sounded at Bryce Hamilton, Xavier and I gathered our things and headed out onto the south lawn.
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