My Dream of You
Supposed Crimes LLC
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2013 Geonn Cannon
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My Dream of You
Elaine opened the door with a smile that quickly faded when she saw me. "Oh, come on. We said costumes required!" She touched the one side of the diamond-shaped mask she wore. Her hair was teased up and frizzy at the sides, and her black dress hit just the right balance between revealing everything and leaving a bit of mystery. Glittery streaks of purple, blue, and pink spread out from under the mask like ribbons of light pouring from her eyes.
I, on the other hand, touched the brim of my bowler hat. "I'm dressed up."
"You put on a hat. Congratulations. It doesn't count." She grabbed my elbow and pulled me into the apartment. As she shut the door she turned and shouted toward the bedroom. "Steph, we've got a party-pooper."
Elaine's partner Stephanie came out of the bedroom in a purple toga. Her hair, which she'd just recently gotten cut extremely short, had been curled so it framed her face. She looked at me and clucked her tongue. "I knew it would be you, Reese. Come on. I'll see if there's anything left in Mel's room."