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My mouth gaped open as I watched Peyton sling open her closet door and disappear inside.
“Uh…” One hundred percent certain I’d misheard her—okay, fine…ninety-nine percent certain—I shook my head and snapped my jaw shut.
“I’m sorry, but what did you just say?” I had to ask.
Squinting, I strained to hear better as she called back, “Don’t worry, I’ll go incognito in a costume with a mask and a wig. No one will ever even know it’s the freak who’s with you.”
I scowled. “That’s not—whoa!”
When a brown rat’s nest came flying from the closet and landed on the floor, I jumped and blinked at it before realizing it was the Belle wig that Peyton had worn when the moms made us trick-or-treat as Beauty and the Beast when we were twelve.
It’d been the last time we’d spent Halloween toge
