This was my eleventh year. Even so, as I rang Donna’ s doorbell,I could barely contain my glee. Scary witches, hairy spiders and nasty monsters waited within.
I knew the horrifying delights that existed on the other side of the door would be fabulous.
Because… I was at Donna Veale’s house.
The Queen of Halloween Decorations.
And Halloween was just around the corner.
I leaned in and listened. Heard footsteps coming toward the door. I straightened and tried to look… grown up. Not like a kid overcome with excitement.
After all, I was too old to trick or treat without a grandchild. Too old to screech with delight as a zombie attacked me in the night. And way too old to confess my age to you. I was certainly too old to get this excited about seeing a house all decorated up for Halloween.
But then again, this was Donna Veale’s house.
