“No trick or treating!!” shouted my dad when he was told of the “new Halloween rule”.
“Has everyone gone mad?” he exclaimed..
“It’s a terrible idea!!! Riley’s just a kid…she’s only 9…10…how old are your, darlin’?” he said turning to me.
“I’m thirteen dad and Karla’s having a swell costume party instead and I’m really looking forward to that!”
I gave him a huge supportive smile…because he seemed to really need it.
The next day he came home from work with a telephone number and an address he got from a guy he knew…who knew of a professional costume shop in Minneapolis.
My dad always knew a guy…or at least a guy who knew a guy.
“We’ll get you something really spectacular, Riley. So…you won’t be so sad,” Dad said.
“I’m not sad, dad.” I said.
Mom just smiled and put three Swanson chicken TV dinners in the oven…they were her specialty.
After dinner, my dad made a phone call to make sure the shop was open. We all trekked down to this really tiny (read kind of dingy) shop on Washington Avenue.
The costume shop was for adults…it’s okay to let your mind wander here…
I think he sold some other stuff as well…anyway…he had told my dad over the phone that he would give him a good deal…my dad loved a good deal.
Because I was thirteen and…you know…kid-short, I only had 2 choices of costumes.
A clown costume with blue and white baggy pants and red shirt…and a re-usable red ball I could pop on my nose…OR…a Hawaiian Dancing Girl costume–tin of dark brown body powder included with rental price. The clown costume was really never even considered.
The night of the party, it took my mom over an hour to cover my exposed skin with the dark brown powder but when she was done…I looked…like an 8th grade girl in a Hawaiian Dancing Girl costume…that was a little too skimpy…but…
“Oh, what the hell,” said my mom…putting some more powder on my ‘chest’.
My dad gave me two thumbs up.
“You look great, kiddo. Very…Hawaiian.” He sounded so proud.
I don’t know if he was proud of the way I looked, proud of the costume itself or proud of the fact that he had indeed gotten a good deal.
He then leaned in to give me a big hug. He pulled away and the front of his white tee-shirt was streaked all over with brown powder!
“Holy Crap!!” I said…not quite horrified.
My parents just laughed…and told me…”don’t go hugging anyone tonight!”
I thought…well, okay.
Do you remember Chapter 3…and my “Seven Minutes in Heaven”…with John Taylor and his black Zorro costume…many, many times?