Twenty-Seven
I MANAGE TO GET TO the Myer Mansion without incident—thought riding across campus does elicit quite a few looks. Of course, the students were dressed in a myriad of costumes ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous to the scandalous, so I didn’t really stand out.
Because he’s such a well-known character, when I get to the Mansion I am greeted several times as “Father Brown.” The cast of Fairy Tales and Frights applauds and laughs, Gladys in particular commenting, “Wow, Mom told me what she’d decided on. I had no idea she’d go all out.”
“The saturno is authentic,” I say. “The cassock came out of my closet.”
“Looks like you’re going to pop a button, Dad,” she says.
“It shrank,” I say.
“Uh-huh,” she says with a grin.
“So, did you and Nate settle on a costume for the afte
