She wanted me gone. She got her wish. What she didn’t know was that my carry-on held my grandson’s Halloween present, and it came with a remote.
Part 1
By the time you reach sixty-one, you’ve figured out a couple of things. One: other people’s opinions of you are mostly their business. Two: nobody is ever too old for a good prank.
That October, I was taking an overnight flight to spend Halloween with my daughter and her two kids. My granddaughter, who’s eight, had her heart set on being a witch. Her brother, ten, wanted to be a vampire. I’d spent weeks at my sewing machine making both costumes, and I’m not ashamed to say I went overboard. Capes, trims, little dramatic flourishes. A Hollywood costume department would have been impressed.
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