Fangboy by Jeff Strand Page A

the party.”
    “Maybe he fits,” Ronald admitted. “But I don’t like him very much.”
    “Well, your mother will just have to allow eleven. If he’s not coming, I’m not.”
    Ronald sighed. “All right,” he said, handing an invitation to Jamison. “Cross out Gordon’s name and write in your own. It’s a costume party, so wear something scary.”
    “Thank you,” said Jamison, after Ronald left. “I’ve never been to a Halloween party before.”
    “Neither have I. What should we be?”
    “The last time I was in the hospital they took me on a tour of the burn ward. People aren’t happy there. We could go as two brothers who were burned so badly that their bodies stuck together.”
    “Is Halloween supposed to be that gruesome?”
    “It can be. Last year I dressed as a boy whose guts were all on the outside. I used real guts, too.”
    “Human ones?”
    “No, not human ones. What human would donate their guts for a Halloween costume? But there was cow in there, and some goat. I got a book from the library and I made sure the parts went where they were supposed to be. I’d never gotten so much candy in my life, though afterward I didn’t feel like eating any of it.”
    “That sounds disgusting. Let’s not use real guts.”
    “I could go as a suicidal boy. I’d look sad the whole time and carry around a big bottle of pills.”
    “No.”
    “You could go dressed as a donkey, and I could go dressed as a boy whose face had been crushed in by a donkey kick.”
    “You’re very dark.”
    “Well, what do you want to be?”
    Nathan thought about it. “How about a knight in armor?”
    “Knights aren’t scary!”
    “They have swords.”
    “So? Nobody lies awake at night worried that a knight is going to get them.”
    “I don’t want to be anything scary.”
    “Fine. Be a ballerina dancing on rainbows, then.”
    “I could be a scarecrow.”
    “Or go as a kitten. A harmless little kitten. We could get you some pink yarn to play with, and you could purr and roll around to have your tummy rubbed, and you could make squeaky mewing sounds. I don’t think you understand Halloween.”
    * * *
    When Penny picked him up from school, she smiled, even though she didn’t seem happy. “Did you have a good day?”
    “It was all right. I got invited to a Halloween party.”
    “That’s nice. Mary and I always enjoyed carving jack-o-lanterns.”
    “Will Mary be home tonight?”
    “She said she’ll stop by to tuck you in bed and give you a kiss.”
    “Will Sharon be with her?”
    “I suppose so. Do you like Sharon?”
    Nathan nodded. “Yes. She’s always very nice. Don’t you like her?”
    “Oh, I like her very much. She makes my sister very happy. But she doesn’t live around here. She won’t stay forever. She may not stay much longer at all.”
    “That would be sad for Mary.”
    “No, not for Mary.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Penny just shook her head. “So what are you going to dress up as for Halloween?”
    “I don’t know.”
    * * *
    Mary did come home, by herself, and she and Nathan put together part of a puzzle they’d almost completed. She tucked him in bed and kissed him on the forehead and left.
    * * *
    Nathan opened his eyes, and Penny was sitting at the foot of his bed.
    The room was mostly dark. Penny held a half-full glass of wine and stared silently out the window. It was sort of creepy, and Nathan tried not to move or make a sound.
    “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” she asked, a few moments later.
    “No.”
    “Of course I did. It’s okay, you can tell me when I did something wrong.” She took a sip from her glass and swished the liquid around in her mouth before she swallowed. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”
    Nathan looked out the window. The moon, a quarter-moon, didn’t look any different from any other night. “Yes.”
    “I shouldn’t have woken you. You have school tomorrow. I bet you have a test. Do you have a test?”
    “Just a quiz.”
    “Well,