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them look like one.”
    â€œI didn’t know you took dance?”
    â€œYeah, I learned ballet when I was a girl.” Sarah nibbled on the remains of the cookie. Trevor held out his hand and she handed him a piece. “My parents had me dance until I was about fourteen. Then I got tired of it, but back to the subject, what do you think of the idea?”
    â€œI think it’s good.” Trevor yawned and stretched out for a nap.
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    Trevor rushed to the bathroom to change into his costume. He was glad to be dressing in a relatively simple outfit; shiny black shoes, and old-fashioned black suit with a long tailcoat from the 1930s. He took the hair gel and slicked his hair back until it shone as much as his shoes. He thought he could probably see his reflection in both.
    He received a few heckles from the guys in the bar already past their limit. Outside he was enveloped in darkness. His taxi driver didn’t say anything about his costume, but Trevor guessed the guy probably saw stranger things on Halloween night than a guy in a twentieth- century penguin suit.
    The office party was in a large ballroom downtown. Trevor walked up the great steps becoming lost in the crowd around him. He chuckled at a couple dressed as Tweedledee and Tweedledum. He couldn’t understand what kind of man would allow a woman to talk him into such a stupid costume, and if (for some bizarre reason) it had actually been his idea he didn’t understand how a woman would want to be caught dead being called Tweedledum.
    Sarah was nowhere in sight so he decided the best place to watch for her was by the punch bowls. The floor and staircase were in full view from that spot. Trevor was startled out of his own thoughts by the sound of a voice to his right.
    â€œHey sexy, I thought hell would freeze before I ever saw you in a suit and tailcoat. I’m just wondering where the top hat is, but I do have to say you look delicious .”
    Trevor turned to see his ex-girlfriend, Brandi, in a short red dress and bright red fingernails–Betty Boop. One hand was positioned on her hip and the other was playing with the short black wig she wore. Her height and body size were perfect to impersonate Betty Boop. One distinct difference between this woman and the character she impersonated, was her eyes. They were a perfect mix of green and brown; in a certain light one of the colors was usually dominant. Trevor thought this characteristic fit her personality perfectly, always shifting. Before she could reach out to touch his elbow he pulled away.
    â€œTesty as usual, I see,” she replied to his rejection. Her hand returned to her hair.
    â€œLet me jump right to the point. I think I told you I never wanted to see you again; plus I’m waiting for someone, so get out of my face,” he said coldly.
    She ignored his last statement, “Waiting for someone? I would say she probably stood you up considering it’s nearly nine-thirty.”
    Trevor ignored Brandi, not because he despised her, but Sarah caught his attention from across the room. She was enchanting. Elegantly, she floated down the stairs in a black silk dress. It flowed around her like water. Trevor almost laughed at the short, curly blonde wig she was wearing. He couldn’t do anything but stare at her and found delight in the idea that she didn’t know he was watching her. She was marvelous.
    â€œHer?” Brandi said from behind him in a disgusted voice.
    â€œYes.”
    â€œIf I had known you liked short blond hair I could have arranged something.”
    Trevor ignored Brandi; he almost didn’t even hear what she had said. Sarah was the only one who mattered. He wanted to look into her golden eyes, kiss her red lips, and touch the silk of the black dress that covered her equally exquisite body. He met her at the bottom of the staircase and offered his arm to her. He scanned the room for a seat and