I rummaged through the different sizes on the display table and picked out a medium-sized sweater and size eight khakis. I shot Leah a resigned look. “Okay, okay, I’m buying them.”
“And I’m going to the costume party.”
Leah patted my back. “Good girl. Now we need some hair dye.”
“Doesn’t Ellie have red hair?”
I sighed and followed Leah to the checkout counter. “Let’s make that temporary hair dye.” This party better be worth it.
The night of the costume party arrived. I scrutinized my new red hair in the full-length mirror, actually feeling excited. The vintage sweater and khakis looked great. I made a circle in front of the mirror. It doesn’t look costumey enough. Oh, well. It’s too late to change my mind now.
Leah honked her car horn outside.
As I was saying. I grabbed my cardboard Lecia, on which I had attached a real camera lens, and left the house.
“Come on, come on!” Leah urged as I opened the passenger door of her Honda Civic. “This is one party we don’t want to be late for.”
I took my seat and closed the car door, smiling at her lace-edged red dress and red lipstick. “I don’t think that Emerald from ‘The Buccaneers’ series would have worn rouge.”
Leah shrugged and started the car. “She does now.”
Ten minutes later, we turned onto Chance Lane and pulled up in front of the fourth house on the left. The street was already a parking lot. Butterflies danced in my stomach as we climbed out of the car and headed for the front door.
The front door opened.