Master of the Moors
“"There's nothing wrong with it. It's fine, and just as good as yours," Kate said, hands on hips, anger making her complexion the same hue as her Little Red Riding Hood costume. "You can't even see it for Heaven's sake, so how do you know it isn't?" She tugged up the velvet hood.
Mrs. Fletcher had made the costume for Kate from a pair of old curtains, and Grady found himself once more admiring the charwoman's talent. The hooded cape looked better than anything she might have purchased at a costu...me shop.
"Because it's not scary.
You're supposed to dress in something scary for All Hallows. I told you that last year when you came as a swan!" Neil was dressed in a black sheet that Mrs. Fletcher had fashioned into a cloak, and one of the master's old dress shirts, the sleeves rolled up and pinned to fit. It still hung loose on the boy's wiry frame, but combined with the black pants, oversized top hat and the butter knife he brandished with wicked glee, the overall effect was appropriately sinister.MoreLess
Mrs. Fletcher had made the costume for Kate from a pair of old curtains, and Grady found himself once more admiring the charwoman's talent. The hooded cape looked better than anything she might have purchased at a costu...me shop.
"Because it's not scary.
You're supposed to dress in something scary for All Hallows. I told you that last year when you came as a swan!" Neil was dressed in a black sheet that Mrs. Fletcher had fashioned into a cloak, and one of the master's old dress shirts, the sleeves rolled up and pinned to fit. It still hung loose on the boy's wiry frame, but combined with the black pants, oversized top hat and the butter knife he brandished with wicked glee, the overall effect was appropriately sinister.MoreLess
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