The morning chill is all but forgotten when he sees Jack-o’-lanterns along the driveway, and skeletons with moveable joints swinging in the wind as they hang off tree branches. He shakes his head and wonders why there are Halloween decorations on his property. After all, it is only September. But his attention is immediately diverted by a high-pitched scream that sends shivers down his spine.
“Dagnabbit, get off my property,” he shouts at a raccoon and a litter of babies that are ready to dive headfirst into a witch’s cauldron prop that sits in the middle of the lawn. But they don’t seem to listen as they take the plunge.
Chloe joins her husband and wraps her arms around his waist. She puckers her red lips and flutters her eyelashes when he tilts his head towards her. She wears a bustier with a gold emblem across the top. She then shakes her hips in shorts covered with white stars. A pair of knee-high boots completes the outfit.
“Who are you shouting at dear?” “I don’t see anyone.”
“We have a few trespassers who have the audacity to climb into one of your Halloween decorations.”
“So, what do you think, James?”
“Are you asking about the raccoons or the Halloween decorations?”
“I am talking about me, silly.”
“Perhaps a little early to dress up in a superhero costume.” “After all, Halloween isn’t for another seven weeks,” says James and kisses her on the cheek.