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I called my brother and invited him to bring his kids and meet me with mine so we could buy them all Halloween costumes. He thought I was insane until I told him my plan. He’d assumed we were going to be in charge of six little ones by ourselves. Paul would be with me, but he’d proven himself next to worthless when it came to watching them. But rather than take that on ourselves, I’d invited all the grandmas to come help. I’d told Pam, Peggy, Scarlet, and Angie that they had the afternoon off. I wanted the grandmas to have a chance to spend time with the kids doing something fun.

The only awkward moment occurred when Mitch’s mom showed up to help with Little David. Peggy’s mom wasn’t happy about that. But my mom reminded her that even though Mitch was out of Little David’s life, it didn’t mean that his grandma shouldn’t get to know him.

With all the extra help, it gave me a chance to take a ton of pictures. I wanted to remember this day because you could see how happy it made all the grandmas. The kids seemed to pick up on the vibe because we didn’t have a single meltdown, which I considered a miracle.

We planned that Monday night Greg and I would take the rug-rats trick-or-treating with the moms. That meant I would need a costume. I didn’t want anything skimpy because the forecast said the temperature would only be in the low fifties on Halloween. The shop owner suggested that I go as Jon Snow from the HBO show Game of Thrones. She’d had someone order the costume and then disappear. The suit came complete with the leather armor, fur cape, and replica sword. I tried it on, and it fit okay. Whoever had ordered it must have been bigger around the waist and shorter in the legs and arms. She assured me they would fix it by tomorrow. I only lacked the long hair and beard. I decided to just slick my hair back and go as-is instead of trying to duplicate Jon Snow’s look.

Greg wanted to go as a vampire. Mac ran behind me when she saw her dad’s teeth.

“Unca David. Daddy said he eat me.”

I picked her up.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

She nodded.

“We came to a decision, and we decided that we would eat all the little girls since we only want little boys,” I said. Then I put my lips over my teeth and play-bit Mac all over.

She squawked and then giggled as her uncle acted silly. Then she showed me the costume my grandma had helped her pick out. Mac would be going as a fairy princess. I wondered how long the wings would last around all these rowdy boys.

As we got ready to leave, my Grandma Dawson stopped me.

“This was a good idea. It gave us a chance to fuss over them and be a part of it. You’re a good kid, sometimes.”

“Sometimes he’s okay,” Greg offered.

As much as I hate to admit it, my brother’s approval meant a lot to me.

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Brook’s next ploy was to try to get Cassidy to drive me tonight. Fortunately, Cassidy was the one who put her foot down because she had a date planned for tonight. I didn’t need Brook’s best friend sending her text messages all night to keep her informed as to what Destiny and I were doing.

Finally, I ended up calling Tracy to have her include Brook in whatever she and Pam had planned so as to help keep my girlfriend occupied tonight. I worried a little that Brook might actually crash my date if she knew where we were. Tracy assured me that they would find something to do to distract her.

The way she said it made me wonder if they intended to have a threesome without me. Well, that was Mr. Happy again. He had been disappointed with the rest of my body since the accident, and almost everything sounded sexy to him.

Chuck drew the short straw tonight. I talked my mom into letting me use her Cadillac. Even though I wasn’t supposed to have fun tonight, I did appreciate that Destiny worked so hard to help Duke get signatures for his campaign. I planned to have a good time, just not too good.

We pulled up at five on the dot, and I walked to the door. Brook had suggested I just honk, but I think she was trying to sabotage our date. Destiny might have been worried I might not show because she met me at the door. I was glad that she’d sent me a text to wear jeans tonight. Seeing how tight hers were, I had to wonder if Destiny had borrowed a pair from Tracy.

Destiny was an attractive girl, as you would expect of a high school cheerleader. If I’d met her last year, I might have dated her. Who am I kidding? I would have dated her.

“Grab the cooler,” she told me as she strode over to the car and talked to Chuck.

I dragged the cooler to the trunk; fortunately, it was one of those with wheels. I rolled my eyes when Chuck only pushed the key fob to pop the lid. I should have just set the cooler down and let him get it, but decided to play nice, even though my right side complained when I picked it up.

“Thanks for your help,” Destiny told Chuck, and then she allowed him to get the door and let her into the back seat.