Epilogue
Three hours ago, I was racing around the Springside Community Center gymnasium, playing tag with a group of children and sprites as part of the annual Springside Halloween party. Hours before that, at sunrise, I drove my grandmother’s truck all through Springside, a jangle of thermoses at my side.
I imagine there are many things brides might do on their wedding day: a visit to a spa, the hairdresser, a makeup artist. Mani-and pedicures. Then again, most brides don’t have to bribe the ghosts of Springside into behaving on their wedding day. I pulled out the one hundred percent Kona to do so.
I can only hope it works.
True, Belinda had to bodily remove me from the gym. In my defense, I was having fun. But Malcolm was due to perform a magic show. Apparently, there are rules about
