“Good to hear Gordon finally called in the FBI,” said Kiko as he secured Mother’s bonnet on his head. When Dom had arrived after the funeral he’d turned the store signs; now they were getting ready for the Halloween Parade.
“He didn’t seem happy about it,” said Dom, taking his bag of clothes into the bathroom to change. Kiko picked up Mother and set the goose in a pram he’d gotten from Joylove Antiques. There was enough space to put egg-shaped prizes and treats—chocolates and lollipops and little toys—which he intended to throw as they marched through Mount Angus.
Immediately Mother was interested in the bags of candy. Kiko shooed the goose’s prying beak away only to find it poking at the next bag. Realizing keeping Mother out of everything was a lost cause, Kiko located a small tote and
