I'll probably live to regret it, but I've given Nancy permission to hold a huge Halloween bash here at the farmhouse. If nothing else, maybe it will distract me from what I planned for after it.
A seance. I'm making an ultr-long distance call to my mom. She has something I want dang it. Something she didn't pass on to me before she left this world.
The others are trying to guess what it is I want to ask her. They'll never get it in a million years.
Of course, there's no reason not to tell them. But where's the fun in that?