“A few painful shifts and I was comfortable, in a not-going-to-die-right-now-but-maybe-later sort of way.”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Seriously, did I look like some sort of pyscho assassin? Maybe it was the pink sneakers. Or the heart earrings?”

“I changed because of you. I could feel you, worming your way into my heart and soul, shifting things. You've no idea how aggravating it is to have to adapt to new feelings and thoughts.”

“At least I'd done something right to day. Maybe. Probably.”

“Disco bowling? Seriously? Is there such a thing?"He laughed. "I've never been,but you mentioned bowling a few weeks ago,and I figured tonight of all nights I could go ahead and impress you with my mad lack of bowling skills.Besides which, you look way too hot to waste on trick-or-treaters.They have a costume competition-you're a shoo-in."I laughed,giddy,and grabbed his hand to kiss his knuckles.I knew he'd rather stay at home,but he planned tonight around making me happy. And he wanted to show me off,which appealed to my vanity more than I cared to admit. Best. Boyfriend. Ever."Pictures,please?And if we're going disco bowling,you have to dress up."He pretended to sigh,but his glamour hair grew out into a massive 'fro and I squealed with delight. Then it shifted into shorter hair with a yellow-blond side part. "I figure with an ascot and blue pants I can do a mean Fred to your Daphne,right?"Tonight was perfect.”

“Are you Evelyn Green?”“Sort of. Mostly. I mean, legally. Again, sort of.”

“-'Perhaps you'd better watch your back, stupid glowy golden faerie man whore.'-'That didn't make any sense.'-'Good. Now maybe I can join your club.”