She promised to have the decoration committee chair call me, and I said again that I’d draw up some sketches and make another appointment with her when I had them ready. I just hoped she would call her decorator pronto. We couldn’t afford to lose a single day. By daylight Miss Frankie’s neighborhood looked festive and ready for Halloween. Corn husks and jack-o’-lanterns decorated sidewalks and porches. Fall wreaths hung on doors. A couple of neighbors had even created faux graveyards on their lawns. Bernice must have been watching for me because she opened the door and stepped out onto the porch before my car stopped moving. The moment I got close enough, she grabbed my arm and tugged me to the far side of the porch. “I told you I didn’t want anybody to know what happened last night,” she scolded in a harsh stage whisper. I pulled my arm away gently. “I didn’t say a word,” I assured her. “I have no idea what’s going on, but I’ll find out.
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