Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- About the Author
- HALLOWEEN
- Seven Weeks Before Halloween
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- HALLOWEEN
- Six Weeks Before Halloween
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- HALLOWEEN
- Five Weeks Before Halloween
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- HALLOWEEN
- NINE
- TEN
- HALLOWEEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- Twenty-Five Days Until Halloween
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- HALLOWEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- HALLOWEEN
- Eighteen Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- HALLOWEEN
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Eleven Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- Eight Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY
- Four Days Until Halloween
- THIRTY-ONE
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-TWO
- Two Days Until Halloween
- THIRTY-THREE
- The Night Before Halloween
- THIRTY-FOUR
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-FIVE
- Halloween, Present Day
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-NINE
- HALLOWEEN
- FORTY
- HALLOWEEN
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- HALLOWEEN... NOW
- FORTY-FIVE
- Seven Months Later
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ALICE SWANSON’S
- Reader's Guide
- Questions for Discussion
- Booklist
Lily flipped down the sun visor and used the mirror to add a few bobby pins to her hair. “Besides, it was for a good cause.”
“So you skipped school to volunteer at the nursing home?”
She gave a big, deep, you-don’t-understand-anything sigh. “We were looking for my costume. A wedding dress. Ellen knows this really great vintage store, but it’s only open during school hours.”
I bit my lip, not wanting to get into how wrong her rationale was. I knew from experience, after all, that when you really wanted to do something, you were going to find any way to justify it. Like my relationship with Greg. Hadn’t I been really good at convincing myself it was okay?
I thought about the photo in Alice’s scrapbook of the Ivy Five from 2005. That was the year Greg and I had been together. While Jackie had been sitting with the Ivies in their matching costumes, I’d been across town with my fiancé, thinking about her husband. Ironically, we’d all been witches that year. Them in their capes and hats and me in the Good Witch/Bad Witch costume.
I still couldn’t believe Kendra hadn’t mentioned they were best friends with Greg’s ex-wife. Though, why would they? Kendra knew I was friends with Greg. Maybe she’d even figured I’d already made the connection.
Besides, I couldn’t expect them to spill all their histories right away.
I certainly hadn’t.
At the front of the school, the flow of traffic confused me, and I didn’t want to admit I had no idea where to go. I’d never driven Lily in the mornings.
“I’m grounding you this weekend,” I said as I tried to read the school signs. “You can’t just skip school without consequences.”
Lily’s eyes widened. “But there’s a football game on Friday!”
“Exactly. And you can listen to it through your bedroom window.”
A glare, nice and nasty.
I took a road that wound around the flat gray building. “Well, I hope you have a good”—Lily unbuckled her seat belt and slid out the door before I could even fully stop the car—“day,” but my words were drowned out by the slam of the door.
That went well.
I hated punishing her—I’d skipped school myself as a kid—but it seemed like every conversation we’d had over the past few weeks, from leaving laundry wet in the washer to coming home late on a school night, had ended in an explosion. And now the lying?
But it’s okay for you to lie to her, Theresa?