Chapter 16The weekend arrived with the dawn, as it tends to do for people with jobs. I now had a job, so when I woke on Saturday, I was thrilled to realize that I, too, could get excited about what day of the week it was. They no longer all blended into one long, unstructured shrug-fest.
What to do . . . Maybe figure out a Halloween costume, so if my parents invited me to Lincoln for our semiofficial get-together appeasing trick-or-treaters, I’d look the part. That might be fun. I half-wished I could go as the Badger, but maybe one person in a hundred would get the reference out in the ’burbs. Picturing it, I remembered my best costume from childhood — white-and-black striped pajamas with a prisoner number below one shoulder and a plastic ball my dad had spray painted black, along with th
