Peeling latex out of his left eyebrow was a pain, pretty literally. Brian stood in front of the mirror in the master bathroom with rubbing alcohol and cold cream, slowly removing the heavy makeup from his face. The cheap suit he’d taken great pleasure in mutilating half of lay in a pile on the floor. He hadn’t decided if he’d keep it for future use. He wore only his boxers at this point.
His cell phone lay on the corner of the counter. When it rang, he had to wipe his hand on a towel in order to answer it. “Hi, Mom.” He put it on speaker so he could continue with his clean up.
“Having a quiet weekend, honey?”
“No, not really. Tristan and I just got back from a Halloween party. Why are you calling me at eleven thirty? Is everything okay?”
“Yes, it’s fine. I wondered if the two of you ha
