Halloween

Getting up the other morning was not something I wanted to do. Since I’m technically
running my father’s business, I decided to take the day off because nobody can tell
me that I have to work. All I had to make sure is that the managers are maintaining
order and everything is going status quo. I wouldn't care about O'Callaghan's if it
weren’t for the rest of my family depending on the business because that's our main
source of income.

As I rolled out of my small bed, I definitely needed to get some coffee. I never really
liked the coffee in The Foxberry lobby so I decided to hop in my truck and drive around
town for a coffee shop. I still haven’t been very familiar with the town. I came across the
first coffee shop I saw which was called Love a Latte Coffee Shop. I walked in and the
whole coffee shop was decorated with Halloween items. It made me totally forget that it
was Halloween that day. Halloween has always reminded me of when I went to Columbia
High School and my friends would all go to parties and I would have to stay home to take
care of my drunk father. Now since I have a little more freedom, I thought about dressing
up but I realized I’m a little too old for that now. So I decided just to go back to my apartment
to clean up and unpack.

I’d only been staying in the Foxberry for only a couple weeks as my lease ends in March.
I still have unpacked boxes laying right next to my front door. After I finished unpacking
everything, the police knocked on my door. They were asking questions about the murder of
Mr. Evans and that people were dressing up as him on Halloween. I thought that was
disrespectful because my family knew him very well because he’s supported O’Callahans
for many years. I can’t believe that someone would dress up as him for a Halloween costume.