"There's nothing on Earth so
beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night."
October 1st, 2013
Happy Halloween! So I wasn't going to do any more
stories til Christmas but then I realized the last
reference to Halloween in Dyeland involved Adam and
JenniAnn being weepy over Andrew's paper clip ring.
Not the mental image I wanted left with for still another
year... So! Here is some Halloween fluffiness.
Have fun and stay safe whatever your plans are!
Shelby peeked out from her hiding spot behind the
umbrella tree in a corner of the Willowveil Ballroom.
The space was becoming too small for her growing nine-year-old
body but she'd yet to figure out a new spot with so good a
view of Andrew's and Psyche's favorite bit of the dance
floor. In truth, Shelby was becoming increasingly aware
of how wrong it was for her to hide and spy so. And yet
she still came. Not very often any more. She'd
come all the time when she was little then stopped altogether
a couple years back. But after Andrew had come back so
hurt... Shelby had found herself doing it again. She
tried to limit herself to twice a month. But she
couldn't stop entirely. Being there... seeing them
together not as caretakers or teachers but as
themselves... It made her feel safe and, for a time,
filled the empty spot in her heart that seemed to grow along
with her. When Andrew and Psyche danced, as she was sure
they soon would, all was right with Shelby's world.
They weren't her parents. Shelby knew they never could
be. She had only been two when her parents had died in a
car crash that she and her brother, Asher, had survived.
Sometimes she thought she remembered them but only in flashes:
a man throwing her up into the air, only a little ways up, and
catching her as she giggled. A woman softly singing as
she held her close. She knew they'd been named Sandra
and Corey. And
Asher had told her about how excited her parents were when she
came along. They
had waited many years for her.
Asher talked about them sometimes. More now than he used
to. He had earlier in the day, even, when Halloween
costume preparation among the children had morphed into a
discussion of holiday memories. Asher had grinned as he'd
told of the Christmas their father had insisted on a real tree
and then, after lugging it several blocks back to their
apartment, discovered it was too big. Her brother had
laughed as he described watching their dad half the tree, set
the top half up as a proper Christmas tree in their living
room, plop the bottom half in their room, and declare them the
only two children in the world to be proud owners of a
Christmas shrub. By this, Shelby knew that her daddy was
determined, inventive, and definitely quirky.
Asher's memories of their mother always seemed to involve one
of two things: a book or a sewing machine. His tale that
afternoon involved both. His voice had grown soft as he
told of how, one day a week before his ninth Halloween, their
mother had found him crying. His friends at school had
excitedly told about their new Halloween costumes and he'd
known he would have to wear the same one as the year
before. Now eighteen, Asher blushed when he told of how
he'd begged their mother to buy him a Star Wars
costume, not realizing at the time that they couldn't afford
it. But his eyes sparkled as he continued to tell of
how, when Halloween dawned, he'd woken up to find a mound of
fabric folded beneath one of his favorite storybooks, one that
told about Joseph and a very special coat. It was his
very own coat of many colors, one his mother had made for
him. He'd worn it proudly to the school's Halloween
party and all through the neighborhood that evening. And
as for Shelby... she'd been swaddled in a wooly white blanket
and made to look something like his little lamb. So
Shelby knew her mommy was creative, talented, and caring.
But Shelby herself remembered none of this. When
she'd been asked about her earliest memory involving Halloween
she'd come up with one from when she was four... one that had
taken place right there in Willowveil with Andrew and Psyche.
With the girl three days into a nasty cold, Father had
concluded that Shelby might be aided by some time away from
the Tunnels. Next thing the little girl knew, she was
bundled up and Vincent was carrying her through halls and
caverns with JenniAnn beside him.
"I wish you weren't sick, Shel, but I'm so happy that you're
gonna be staying at Willowveil for a few days. I promise
it'll be really nice and, if you feel up to it, we'll watch
movies and drink lotsa yummy, warm cocoa. Or maybe hot
lemonade if you'd prefer," JenniAnn offered. "And I have
lotsa ice cream if your throat is sore. And popsicles,
"You'll be in very, very good hands with Psyche, Shelby,"
Vincent assured. He smiled proudly at his
Shelby nodded, glad to be going to the castle and hoping that
she might see Andrew. But she felt too poorly to share
much in her teacher's excitement. Sniffling, she
burrowed her face into Vincent's vest and fell asleep.
Once they'd reached Willowveil, JenniAnn tucked Shelby into a
little bed made up on her couch and sang her a song about
angels and hills and someone named Dale. She drifted to
sleep once again and awoke sometime later to find JenniAnn
gone. But Shelby could hear her. And someone
else. Andrew! Despite her sleepiness, the little
girl got out of bed and ambled into the adjoining
office. For a moment, she knelt just inside the doorway
and listened. She became even more alert when she heard
the magic word, Halloween, and listened intently to the
adults' conversation. Andrew seemed to be unhappy and
JenniAnn was hugging him. And then...
"Well, looks like we have a little trick-or-treater come
Shelby looked around, wondering who was there. Next
thing she knew, she was in Andrew's arms.
"How you feeling, little one?"
"Stuffy." She rested her head against Andrew's shoulder.
The angel smiled sympathetically. "Colds are no
fun. But Psyche'll fix you right up. And... I made
you my five star chicken soup." He kissed her hair.
JenniAnn came near, setting her hand on Shelby's
forehead. "You don't feel as hot as you did
earlier. That's good!"
Shelby nodded. Then she remembered what they'd
said. "Will I be able to go trick-or-treating?"
Andrew and JenniAnn exchanged a look.
"Well, Shel, I'm totally sure that you'll be feeling great by
Halloween. And we'll do a little trick-or-treating
Below. But then we're gonna have a big party here.
In the Fields of Gold. Remember we were there for
Andrew's birthday party?" JenniAnn asked.
Shelby nodded. She didn't remember the previous
Halloween. But she'd heard about it: cocoa and candy and
endless treats and music and dancing and something called a
hayrack ride. It gave her something to look forward
to. So much so that she forgot about her sniffles.
When they were settled in the kitchen, she fired off questions
about their Halloween celebration in between spoons of
soup. She was sure Halloween had to be the best thing
October 1st, 2013
Behind the umbrella tree, Shelby quietly sighed. She
still loved Halloween in Dyeland. But of late Asher's
story and the tales of some of the other children had been
tempting her with talk about trick-or-treating Above.
This was a foreign concept to the children who had been born
Below or were, like her, too young when they'd arrived to
remember anything else. The idea intrigued her... and
made her long for a taste of the life she might have
had. She loved the Tunnels desperately and could imagine
no other home. But to experience something more of life
Above... in the world she'd been born into... she wanted
that. She was sure she could be happy with the usual
party in the Fields. But to trick-or-treat properly,
just once, before she was too old... Like Asher had in
his coat of many colors. Like her parents must have.
Shelby's thoughts were interrupted by the castle's front door
"There now, they should be set for the night. You girls
ready to curl up in front of the fire for a bit?" JenniAnn
"I'm thinking they're each hoping for one more pumpkin
"So spoiled. Aren't you so spoiled?" the woman asked in
a baby voice. "There ya go."
Treats devoured, Fawn and Lulu came trotting into the
Shelby held her breath. By some miracle, the dogs always
kept her secret... completely ignoring her when she hid.
She hoped this would remain the case. Sure enough, they
made a beeline for some cushions in front of the fireplace and
looked expectantly at Andrew.
"Hold on! Just give me a couple minutes." Andrew
added some kindling and soon had a fine blaze going.
Meanwhile, JenniAnn was poking through some CDs and finally
settled on one. The angel smiled when the familiar song
started. "I was under the impression you thought this
song was inappropriate for us."
"I've decided life's too short to play lyrical
literalist. So... join me for a 'fantabulous'
moondance?" JenniAnn approached the crouching angel and
held her hand out.
Chuckling, Andrew stood and embraced her as they began to
dance. "My pleasure."
"So... you gonna tell me why you looked so sulky when you
first showed up?"
The angel frowned. "Wasn't planning to."
"I'm thirty one years..."
"It's not that. I promise. It just... it's not a
"It bothered you... whatever it was... so it is a big deal to
Andrew settled his chin on her hair.
"Not like you haven't listened to me go on about things that
are 'not a big a deal,'" JenniAnn continued.
Andrew didn't want to lose that. He nodded. "All
right. I was working in a store, stocking some Halloween
candy. I saw these two boys... brothers... looking at
the costumes. The youngest, right away, picks up a
Spiderman costume. His brother, meanwhile, goes for the
goriest, creepiest looking Grim Reaper costume."
Shelby smiled when JenniAnn stood on tiptoe to kiss Andrew's
"It gets worse..."
"Poor, poor love..."
"So... the little guy asks the older one what his costume
is. And big brother says he's the Grim Reaper.
Little guy doesn't understand. Big brother proceeds to
tell him that the Grim Reaper comes to people when they're
going to die and then he said a lot of scary stuff about the
scythe and fire and apparently his eyes glow green right
before the end."
"Good gravy. What did the lil one say?"
"He started crying. So I went over there to try to
console him and told the older brother that what he said
wasn't true and there were no such things as Grim
Reapers. Then he called me a loser and said I was
spoiling the fun and that his brother was a 'stupid
baby.' Then I said it was wrong to call people stupid
but their mother showed up and gave me a look and pulled the
kids away." Andrew shook his head and dragged his hand
through his hair in exasperation. "And this, Laja, is
why I hate Halloween... except for our Halloween."
Behind the plant, Shelby frowned. That settled
that. She supposed she could ask one of the other
grown-ups to take her trick-or-treating. Psyche probably
would... but this was also the first Halloween since...
Tears welled in the girl's eyes as she remembered the previous
year. Andrew gone and missing. Psyche looking so
sad. No, she couldn't separate them for this
Halloween. It would have to be someone else. But
it wouldn't be the same without Andrew and Psyche.
Oblivious to the young intruder, JenniAnn caressed the angel's
face. "I'm sure the lil boy will remember your words,
Andrew. And by Halloween he'll just be so excited to be
Spiderman that whatever his brother gets up to won't even
matter. And as for you... you will always have a good
reputation with me. As will your entire AOD ilk."
Andrew grinned. "Thank you. We appreciate
it. Very much. And I'm sure you're right about the
kid." Feeling better, he dipped her.
JenniAnn giggled. She blinked as Andrew lifted her back
up. She'd glimpsed something... someone... behind the
umbrella tree. When she was upright again, she
whispered. "Look behind the umbrella tree. But
don't be obvious about it."
Curious, the angel of death guided their steps so he was
facing the tree. He looked briefly and...
"Shelby. Why is Shelby hiding here?"
"I have no idea."
"We need to say something. For one, it's not right to
spy on people. And for another... what if I'd been
telling you about one of my more violent assignments, Laja?"
JenniAnn could tell the latter possibility weighed far more
heavily on Andrew. Considering he'd barely told her
anything until she was well into her twenties, it was hardly
surprising. "I know... I'll go over there."
Shelby had grown uneasy when she saw the adults cease dancing
and begin speaking in hushed tones. And then she saw her
teacher walking towards her. She braced herself for a
lecture but was surprised when Psyche sat down beside her.
"Shelby, honey, what are ya doing here?"
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't... I mean I didn't come to...
to spy. At least not like... I mean I don't do it
cause..." The girl began to cry.
"Shel..." JenniAnn wrapped an arm around her
shoulders. "We're not angry at you. I mean... we
need our privacy but... but we're more concerned than
anything. This isn't like you."
Shelby began to cry harder.
JenniAnn frowned. Maybe it was like her... She
could have very well pulled this before and she and Andrew
simply hadn't noticed.
Watching the scene, Andrew approached and crouched near
them. "Shelby, sweetheart, it's okay. Psyche and I
just need to know what's going on. No matter what it is,
you can tell us."
Shelby shook her head. "You... you won't like it."
Andrew reached for her hand. "Well, as you already know,
I've heard other things today that I didn't like. And
I'm still here. I think I can take it."
Shelby studied both of them. She knew Andrew couldn't
lie. And Psyche wouldn't... not to her. So she
shouldn't lie herself. After drawing in a deep breath,
everything came pouring out. "I just feel better when I
come here every so often a-and watch you dance and then
everything feels normal and like nobody's going to go away and
everyone will always be here. And I wish I remembered
more about my parents but I don't and all I have is what Asher
tells me. A-and when he talks about our mom and dad
taking us trick-or-treating, I don't even know what that's
like. He said my mom made him a Joseph costume so he
could go trick-or-treating and not be embarrassed and that I
was a lamb but I don't remember that. B-but maybe I
could imagine it a little if I just knew what
trick-or-treating Above was really like? But you don't
like Halloween and I don't want to not be with you on
Halloween cause last year none of us could be w-with Andrew
and everyone was sad and..."
Andrew let out a ragged sigh and brushed at the tears trailing
down Shelby's cheeks. He looked over to JenniAnn and saw
she was crying, too. "Let's all go sit somewhere a
little more comfortable. I think we're long overdue for
a talk." He helped both girls to their feet and led them
to a nearby couch, motioning for Shelby to sit in the middle
before he took the spot to her right and JenniAnn to her
left. "Shel, I'm gonna let you in on a little
secret. Grown-ups... even very, very, verrrry old
grown-ups like me... we don't know everything. And we
don't always know what we're supposed to do. And that's
true for human grown-ups like Psyche and for angels like
me. Sweetheart, we have both loved you so much since
that very first day you came Below. And Psyche and
I..." Andrew looked to JenniAnn.
"We've tried to... to a walk a fine line between being there
for you as much as we can and yet not... we know we will
never, ever replace your mommy and daddy. And we just
didn't want you to ever think we were trying to do that."
"B-but I don't remember them. N-not really. I... I
only remember you," Shelby admitted.
Andrew hugged her. "And that is very normal. You
were only two when they died. I bet Psyche doesn't
remember much of when she was two."
"Very, very little. Random snatches of time.
That's all. Do you... are you feeling badly about not
The girl nodded, staring at the floor as tears pooled in her
"Shelby, they wouldn't want that," the angel gently
stressed. "They understand. They just want for you
and Asher both to live happy lives and to love and be loved."
"Yeah... I know. But it still... it doesn't even
hurt as much as just feels... feels... empty?" Shelby tried.
JenniAnn kissed her hair. "I'm so sorry, honey. I
wish you would have told us about this before. I hate
that... that you've been carrying this with you."
"I didn't even know how to say it til now."
Andrew nodded. "Sometimes it's hard to put feelings into
words, huh?" He handed her a tissue.
Shelby wiped at her eyes and nose and nodded. "I... I am
sorry I was hiding and watching."
"We know," JenniAnn affirmed. "And, well..." She
glanced at Andrew, unsure what more to say about it.
Andrew smiled gently at her before redirecting his attention
to the girl. "Shel, why don't we go get you some cocoa
and cookies so Psyche and I can talk for a little bit?"
He stood and held his hand out.
Shelby nodded and took his hand, walking with him and JenniAnn
to the kitchen. Once there, she took a seat while
JenniAnn set about preparing the cocoa and Andrew put some
cookies on a plate.
"You okay to sit just for a lil bit?" JenniAnn asked,
smoothing her student's hair.
"Yeah. I need a little time to think."
"Okay. We'll just be in the dining room," Andrew
assured. He knelt beside her chair. "Don't
worry. You're not in trouble."
Shelby managed a smile and hugged the angel.
After returning the smile, Andrew followed JenniAnn into the
dining room. "This is tough..." he murmured.
JenniAnn nodded. "I... I should have realized how she
felt before. I should have..."
"Laja, how could you?"
"I'm with her at least three times a week and all the time she
stayed right here last year when..."
"When..." Andrew nodded. He knew what that meant.
"Here we have a child who has lost her parents.
Thankfully, she came to a place... a home... where she is
loved and cared for. And she bonded with us. And
she grew up mostly knowing only... only the good parts of our
lives. Then last year... I was gone."
JenniAnn hugged him. "Andrew, you couldn't help..."
"I know. Just stating the facts." Andrew stroked
her hair as, for a moment, he remembered those dark
days. He sighed, grateful that they were in the
past. "And so... so she stayed with you."
"And I tried to keep her from seeing when I... when things
were really... bad. But she must have sensed and so...
so I can't blame her for sneaking around. I mean... if
you felt like you'd nearly lost someone... especially when
you've already lost your parents... wouldn't you take every
chance to ensure he was still there... still safe... still
The angel of death nodded. "But I don't think it's just
about me, Laja. I think it's us. And we
can't... She can't be allowed to hear everything that
goes on between us. It's not... Laja, what if she
was there for some of our talks while Chava was telling her
"We do need to figure out what Shel's been up to. But
the thing is... I can remember being little and not
deliberately spying on my parents or anything. But if I
had to get up in the middle of the night and glimpsed them
cuddling on the couch watching a movie... or even if I ran
unexpectedly early into the kitchen and found them kissing...
I felt... secure. Their love for each other seemed like
a cocoon sorta. Protective. So if Shelby feels
something of that... I probably woulda resorted to spying for
it, too. Especially if I'd already lost that sense of
peace and belonging once then had feared losing it again."
"I can understand that. And surely she hasn't... I mean
the ballroom has always been fair game. Not that we
expected people to hide and watch us. But we always knew
that it's sort of..."
"Public space. Like areas of the White House, in a
"Right. But not certain other areas... your bedroom,
office, and so on."
"No. So surely she's respected that. And it's not
like we have major heart-to-hearts in the ballroom
generally. Really is just dancing... Maybe we
just... I mean I know we don't have an abundance of alone time
as is... but maybe we should make more of a point of asking
Shelby over for dinner more often and just to... be. Let
her see us on laundry night! If she wants normalcy...
well, we can give her some of that. And I do think
that's what she wants. Poor kid." She rested her
head against Andrew's shoulder. "A-and it might be good
for us. In a few years' time... she'll be a teenager
Andrew patted her back to reassure her but couldn't escape his
own wistfulness. Already Shelby had stopped climbing
onto his lap whenever she saw an opportunity. And
earlier had been the first time in a long while that she'd
held his hand. "You're right. And... Laja, brace
JenniAnn looked up in alarm then relaxed when she saw the
angel's eyes twinkle.
"I want to go trick-or-treating Above." Andrew
smiled. He meant it. As much as he hated the gore
and the fear-inducing costumes, he loved Shelby more.
JenniAnn knew this was no small thing. Not sure what to
say, she simply hugged him more tightly.
"Now... let's go talk to Harriet the Spy."
Laughing, the woman nodded and headed back to the kitchen with
Shelby was dunking a cookie in her cocoa when she heard the
approaching footsteps. She drew in a deep breath and
waited. She relaxed when she saw that both grown-ups
were in good spirits. They even looked like they'd been
"So... Andrew and I have chatted," JenniAnn began as she took
a seat. "Shelby, we just need to know... how often have
you done this before? And do you always hide behind the
umbrella tree or in other places? Maybe even other
The girl adamantly shook her head. "I don't hide in the
other rooms ever. I never have, I swear!"
Andrew patted her hand. "We believe you. But you
have... been doing this for a while?" he asked.
Shelby blushed. "Since I was four..."
"Because it makes you feel better?" JenniAnn checked.
"Sweetheart, you could have just asked. We would have
let you come and we would have spent time with you. We
would love that," Andrew assured.
"What is it?" her teacher prodded gently.
"I heard Isaac telling Asher that his mommy and daddy stopped
spending much time together and then they got divorced."
"Shel, sometimes that happens. It's very sad but... what
does that have to do with you hiding?"
Keeping mum, JenniAnn blushed. She was remembering her
own childhood, in particular a time when she'd feared
Catherine and Vincent were going to divorce... because she
fretted they weren't together enough. Now here was
Shelby... It was funny how life worked out
sometimes. She smoothed stray curls behind the girl's
ears. "Were you afraid that if you took some of Andrew's
and my time, just the two of us, away that... that we'd drift
Shelby kicked the leg of the table and pushed a crumb around
on her plate. "Maybe."
Andrew chuckled. "Well, I'll tell ya right now that it's
not gonna happen, Shelby. It is important for married
couples to have some alone time. And, yes, even though
Psyche and I aren't married but instead really, really good
friends; we do still like having time to talk just the two of
us. But that's something for us to figure out. You
shouldn't be worrying about it at all. So we'll make
more of a point of letting you know when we're both here and
then if you want to come over, we'd love that. Okay?"
"K-kay." Smiling gratefully, Shelby hugged them both.
"And it just so happens that Andrew and I are both free on
Halloween night and..." JenniAnn beamed at Andrew.
"He has something to tell you."
Andrew held one of Shelby's hands in both of his. "So
you heard me talking about that costume earlier, huh?"
"Well, Shel, I never have liked Halloween very much. But
I love you so much more than I dislike Halloween. And...
because of that... I think I'd really enjoy going
trick-or-treating Above with you this year. What do you
Shelby's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Really. We can go kinda early and still have time to
party here," JenniAnn reasoned.
"Thank you... I-I love you. Both of you.
A-and I'm glad that I do... I have memories of you from when I
Tears welled in JenniAnn's eyes as the girl flung herself at
Andrew and hugged him. She stroked the girl's hair when
her own turn came. "We're so... so glad you do, too."
Andrew blinked back a few tears and smiled. "So... what
do you think I should dress up as?"
October 31, 2013
"Maja has mad make-up skills!"
Rose laughed. "That is pretty impressive,
JenniAnn. He looks..."
Violeta tilted her head. "Really old..."
"He looks lovely," JenniAnn countered fondly.
"'Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm
sixty-four?'" Max sang.
Andrew tried not to laugh, afraid of messing JenniAnn
up. "I'm so glad we could provide you three with some
Max held a bowl out. "Yup. Even brought
popcorn. Want some?"
JenniAnn added more shadowing to Andrew's forehead then
stepped back. "Go ahead. Break time."
The angel of death rose from the chair he'd been sitting in
for several minutes.
"Want to see?" Rose asked, holding a hand mirror towards him.
Andrew turned back to JenniAnn. "Can I or do you want me
"You can look."
Andrew blinked when he caught sight of himself. He'd
known for some time that JenniAnn was fairly accomplished with
stage make-up after years of doing it for Tunnel plays but to
see the results on his own face... "Wow.
Laja! That's great! I look ancient!"
She hugged his arm. "You are ancient, love. Now
you just look it." JenniAnn laughed and peered into the
mirror with him. "Still super handsome, though..."
Violeta nodded, unable to take her eyes off her
supervisor. It weirded her out to see him like that.
Andrew noticed his protege nervously twirling her
pink-streaked Tonks hair. He smiled and hugged
her. "So what's left?" he asked JenniAnn before grabbing
"Just the beard and wig. And costume."
Violeta stepped away from Andrew and examined the robe.
"It's really perfect."
"It is! You'll make a great Dumbledore, Andrew," Rose
gushed. "Shelby... or should I say Luna... will be
thrilled with how her choice turned out."
"We, Harry and Hermione, are definitely pleased to consider
you our headmaster. And I'm sure Kemara, representing
the learned house of Ravenclaw, will feel the same way when
she sees you this evening." Max beamed as he set an arm
around Rose's shoulders and played with the crimson and gold
scarf around his neck.
Andrew looked in the mirror again. "I'm still just...
wow..." He grinned at JenniAnn. "You do have mad
"Most anyone with any theatre make-up experience could do
it. And now ya really know... if you ever have a
theatrical assignment and need a make-up artist, I'm your
A chill went through Andrew as he realized what her words
meant. He'd be directing Jesus Christ Superstar...
with Joshua. And she would be there... doing his
make-up. And what of the others? What would they
be doing? How would they feel? Especially if they
found out Joshua was re-enacting his own death?
Assuming the angel was momentarily troubled about his
impending aging, JenniAnn nuzzled his shoulder. "It'll
be all right. You'll look much more natural in
reality. And I will still need you... and love you...
and I suppose feed you when you look 64 and beyond."
His unease dissipating, "Professor Dumbledore" laughed.
"You foresee this, my dear Professor Trelawney?"
JenniAnn laughed. "I do. And I foresee a certain
head of school getting a crazy amount of hugs on account of
his being extraordinarily unselfish tonight... and perhaps
even a partner for the Jitterbug."
Andrew grinned. "Ya do, huh?" He led her in a few
"Weirdest fanfic ever..." Rose whispered.
Max burst out laughing. "I vote we title it 'Hepcat
"And I would definitely read that. But for right now...
beard and wig time. Shelby's gonna be here soon."
JenniAnn waved to the chair.
The angel of death took a seat, surprised to find that he was
looking forward to the evening. It didn't matter how
many ghouls, goblins, or Grim Reapers there were. He'd
have his students and his sibyl and a slew of children, not to
mention a newly reunited King Arthur and Guinevere, to focus
on. And who knew what other surprises might be in store?
That evening Andrew, JenniAnn, Kemara, Max, Rose, and Violeta
were joined by Monica and Arthur, dressed as the latter's
eponymous royal and his queen. They were all thrilled
when they saw a heavily padded, Hagrid-esque Adam come ambling
towards them. The adults escorted a group of about
twenty Tunnel kids. After an hour of trick-or-treating,
most of the children were ready to head to the portal and
begin the annual party in the Fields of Gold. Some,
however, were reluctant to leave.
"It's not even very dark..."
"Just one more block? Please?"
JenniAnn laughed as Adam finished out the chorus with his
plea. "All right, we'll do this last little street here
and then we're going to the party. It's about
All the kids agreed to this and bolted off towards the next
house. After three houses, they came to one boasting a
yard maze filled with tombstones and wraiths. Screeching
with glee, almost all of the children ran off. The
adults, save Andrew and JenniAnn, hurriedly followed.
JenniAnn grimaced. "Ugh."
Sighing, Andrew felt someone tug at his hand. He smiled
when he saw it was Shelby.
"I'll wait on the sidewalk with you," she offered.
The angel crouched down and hugged the girl. "Thank
you. But I bet they have really good candy. You go
on ahead with Psyche. I'll be just fine." He
smiled and tweaked her chin. "Promise. Who
knows? They might even have a Crumple-Horned Snorkack."
Shelby giggled and hugged the angel. "Maybe. Be
"You're sure?" JenniAnn checked.
"Definitely. And I can even come if you think..."
"Naw. Take a breather. You deserve it. See
ya in a bit."
Andrew smiled after them as they trotted off.
The angel spun around when he heard the familiar voice.
He burst out laughing when he saw Joshua standing there in a
tawny faux fur-covered sweatsuit. "You really got into
the spirit of things. Love the costume." He
smiled, remembering how displeased Joshua had been when Satan
had spent a Halloween skulking around in a lion's form.
Joshua definitely made for a better lion... even if he did
look a little goofy at the moment.
"I just wanted to drop by and say that I'm really proud of you
for doing this for Shelby. It means more to her than she
can say. She's been sending up prayers of thanks ever
since the 1st." Joshua beamed. "You've done very
well, Andrew. And..." He hugged him. "And
don't worry about next spring. It'll be exactly as it's
meant to be and it'll be good. I promise."
Andrew sighed gratefully. "Thank you."
They both watched as the others dashed through the maze,
laughing and hollering as they did.
"I could do without the decor... but I do love that sound of
happiness," Andrew mused.
"Me too." Joshua smiled tenderly.
A moment later, a childish wail pierced the air causing Andrew
to look around in concern.
"That's my cue. It's Dalia's first year
trick-or-treating and she's gotten separated. I need to
get her back to her parents. Happy Halloween, Andrew!"
"Happy Halloween!" Andrew called as Joshua hurriedly turned
down a side street. He had no idea who Dalia was... but
Joshua knew. And if ever there was someone skilled in
shepherding people home... The angel of death
smiled. He was still smiling when Shelby came rushing up
"You were right! They did have good candy! And I
finished the maze before anyone else in our group!
And..." Shelby flung her arms around Andrew. "Now
when Asher tells his story, I... I'll be able to imagine it as
it maybe actually was. And I've had so much fun.
Andrew knelt down to be level with her. "Your smile is
all the thanks I need, sweetheart. I am so glad you've
had a good time." He peered up at the house. The
rest of their group was still milling around. "It's
taking them a while. Must be some maze. What do
you say we go up there and help everyone else out since you're
"But the decorations you don't like..."
The angel of death shrugged. "Grim Reapers don't stand a
chance against Luna Lovegood. I'll be safe."
Shelby giggled and then grabbed Andrew's hand before they ran
to the maze.
Andrew didn't even notice the ghouls and goblins.
Instead, as they rounded up their group, he saw Violeta and
Kemara giggling over punny messages on fake gravestones, the
former quite obviously enjoying what was also her first proper
trick-or-treating excursion. He saw JenniAnn with her
students clamoring for her attention as they marveled at
spider-shaped twinkle lights and projected shadows of flying
bats. Adam stood at her side, one of the smallest
children balanced on his hip. He whispered something to
JenniAnn and they both laughed. So unlike the report
Andrew had heard of their time together the previous
Halloween. Next, he saw Rose and Max, holding hands as
they diligently searched for the exit. And there were
Monica and Arthur, taking time out to marvel at the starry sky
although the man's gaze kept drifting back to the angel beside
him. And Shelby still had his hand in hers.
Soon enough, "Luna" had them all through. When the other
children went to the door to receive their candy, she hung
back with the adults.
"So this is only part one of the celebration?" Arthur asked.
"Ah yes. Now we move onto the Fields of Gold for food
and dancing and Tess will be there. You'll finally have
a chance to really talk to her. And meet everyone else
that you didn't at your welcome party!" Monica gushed.
Adam smirked when he saw the panicked look in the man's
eyes. He playfully elbowed him. "I promise, Tess
eases up once you get to know her."
JenniAnn laughed, remembering her own early encounters with
the angel. "That she does. Oh and don't be
surprised if a fellow named Logan keeps bowing to you and
Monica. He's really into the whole RPG thing and will
probably treat you like actual royalty. Maybe it wasn't
the best idea when Andrew and I knighted him a few years
back... Kinda fed into that, I'm afraid. But it
keeps him happy. And you'll fit in very well with my
cousins! They're dressed as Tristan and Iseult."
"And Logan is... human?"
"Slash vampire," Violeta explained nonchalantly.
Arthur's eyes opened wide. "Come again?"
Smiling, Monica hugged his arm.
Andrew chuckled. "Arthur, my friend, we have so much to
tell you. And show you."
knowingly. "Trust me. Give it a month or two and
then it'll seem like your life has always been populated by
the likes of us."
Shelby nodded enthusiastically. "And at the party, we
have lots and lots of food. And Andrew makes
JenniAnn beamed at the two. Shelby was so full of energy
and happiness that she'd started doing pirouettes, using
Andrew's arm for balance.
With his free arm, Andrew hugged his friend. "I'm very
glad we did this," he murmured into her ear.
She caressed his wrinkly cheek. "Me too. Happy
Shelby finally stopped spinning and hugged them both. "A
very happy Halloween."
Resting his very bearded chin on JenniAnn's hair, Andrew
smiled. "The happiest."
Then, when all the children were back, they continued onto
Dyeland to the Fields of Gold were they celebrated as they
always had and, Andrew hoped, as they always would: dancing
and joking and talking together, celebrating life and love on
All Hallow's Eve.
"All Through the Night"
"Moondance" by Van Morrison
"When I'm Sixty Four" by the Beatles
This newsletter is dedicated to John for
never failing to make me smile when I think of this
ETA: Please note
parts of this story were originally dated as October
25th but switched to October 1st. I was writing
this simultaneously with "The Coffee Summit" and
neglected to switch the date in this one when I did a
date edit in "Coffee." Sheesh. Methinks I
need to just write one story at a time! Or at
least get better at math... I also noticed I
messed up Asher's age when he was Joseph for Halloween
because I cannot subtract, apparently!
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