“G-g-goodness,” Donald Ellis stammered, sweeping his bright red bangs off his forehead. “Well, that’s great.”
“Maybe you want a sip of this wine I brought you, Donald,” Marla offered, pulling a bottle from her gift bag. “You could have a happy birthday now, quickly, before this witch starts swooping through this great big house, cackling and—”
The slicing look that Louise Upton gave Marla could have bisected a pumpkin.
“Oops!” Marla chuckled. “Guess I shouldn’t have been such a b***h. Hey! That rhymes! b***h! Witch!”
But her words were lost as Donald Ellis slithered out of the kitchen, with Louise Upton fast on his heels.
“Are we having fun yet?” Julian asked.
We managed to get started on the prep. Julian busied himself unwrapping the potato puffs. I pressed cloves of fresh garlic an
