Unbelievable,” Audrey’s voice squeaked as I pushed past her. “Here we are, talking to you about your freaky little-boy encounter back in Breaux Bridge and how your caramel macchiato tasted like cardboard, and boom! You just zone out like one of the kids from Children of the Corn.”
“Um, Aud, babe … I don’t think those kids zone out. They’re just freaky twenty-four-seven. It’s a year-round thing.” Gabe’s response drew a half-hearted laugh from me, but it was quickly reined in when I reached the Book of the Ancients.
“Whatever, Gabriel,” Audrey said to him. “My point is, it’s freaky, okay? She gets this glazed-over look in her eyes, like she’s gonna whip out a butcher knife and go all Michael Myers on us or something.”
I glanced over my shoulder to cock an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, now you pay attention.” She cocked an eyebrow back.
“What is it with you and the cheesy horror-movie references?” Gabe muttered.
“Hey, now. Halloween is a classic,” Gavin scolded him. “Don’t go hating on the classics.
— Rachael Wade
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