I rang Donna’ s doorbell, barely able to contain my glee. Heard the chime echo deep within. I grinned, unable to stop myself, as my imagination ran wild with scary witches, hairy spiders and nasty monsters. Knowing that whatever horrifying delights 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.
