All Hallows' Eve

After school, after a visit with Necker. Swimmerette's going down the stairs and I'm sort of floating down in front of her. "You practically had his head in your boob!" says she.

Err. There's a pause, unnoticed by anybody else in the stairwell. "What boob?" I say.

"...That's what I was about to say!" protests Swimmerette.

Now, there's a fashion that should could come back. I have so many reasons to love Gwen Stefani. But tonight, my wings are happily intertwined and I'm another generation's rebel. I wear makeup, I roll down my stockings, I dance. Were there any need, I would flatten my chest. I'm a flapper, and it's my very favorite holiday.