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I Wish You Well
by Brandy Dewinter
"I'll get it!" Dean said as the doorbell rang yet again. His wife,
Bobbie, just smiled and nodded. Dean truly enjoyed seeing the little kids
come in their costumes, almost too afraid to ask for candy. Bigger kids
weren't nearly so charming - merely greedy - but that was okay, too, on
this one night. After all, it was sort of fun to see their faces when
an Imperial Storm Trooper answered the door.
This time there was a lone beggar at the door, a young blonde girl
with deep, dark blue eyes. She was very pretty even at eight or so, and
Dean smiled when she held out her bag.
"Oh, we have something much too nice to put in the bag," he said
with
a smile. "You'll want to eat this right away."
He reached for a plate placed conveniently near the door and took a
freshly-baked yeast roll, smelling as heavenly as only hot bread can do.
Offering it to the little girl, he looked around for someone who might be
escorting her.
"Is your mommy or anyone with you?" he asked. "There's plenty of
bread for them, too."
"No, sir," the girl answered politely. "I'm all alone."
Dean frowned at her answer. "You're really too young to be all
alone. How did you get here?"
"I'm okay, really," the little girl answered. "My mama said it would
be okay. She's in one of the houses, with a friend. I only get to do
this block, then I have to go back."
"I still wish there were someone with you," Dean said worriedly. He
looked at Bobbie and with his eyes suggested she join them.
Bobbie looked at the little girl with a critically-observant eye.
She saw that the child was clean and her costume, an angel, appeared to
be new - clearly this child was not neglected. Their neighborhood was
quiet, and secluded enough they didn't get much transient traffic.
Bobbie's own costume could have been intimidating. She was attired
as a witch, a very sensual one. Her spike-heels and fishnets made it
clear that this was no old crone even without looking at the pretty face
below the peaked black hat. They were getting ready to go to a
costume party for their own Halloween entertainment and there wasn't
really time to take care of problems left on their doorstep by others.
Still, children should be watched more carefully than that. "Which
house is your mother in?" she asked as she squatted to bring her own
head
to the same level as the child's.
"That one," the girl pointed without hesitation. It was well lit,
with several cars in and around the drive. They didn't know the
occupants, being new to the neighborhood themselves, but there were
adults
standing around the yard, talking, and music spilled from the open front
door.
"It should be okay," Bobbie reassured her husband.
"Okay," Dean said, squatting down to the level of the girl himself.
The smile in his voice was clear even though nothing could be seen
through his mask, "You be careful. We wouldn't want anything to
happen to
such a pretty girl."
She nodded, and as she turned away, Dean said, "Happy Hallowee . .
I
mean, Happy Fall Festival."
"I wish things were, um, safer, I guess," he said to Bobbie as the
child stepped away. "More like they used to be, when you didn't have to
worry so much about predators. And, well, when you didn't have to
worry
about people perverting harmless things like Halloween into something
occult."
"You'd make a good mother," Bobbie laughed. Her laughter sparked
an answering smile on the child's face, just now reaching the neighbor's
yard. Some trick of the porch light made the little girl's eyes seem to
glow with an almost-too-deep-to-see blue.
Then she disappeared.
_________________
"I'll get it," Deana said with a laugh, pulling off one of the tight,
white gloves she had just then managed to get over her wrists. "Though
if
we don't turn the porch light out pretty soon so the kids stop coming,
we'll never get to the Simmond's party."
She smoothed her full skirt into place with an unconscious gesture,
checking her appearance one last time in the hallway mirror. One never
greeted guests in disarray, after all. So her mother had taught her, as
had her mother before her. Even though she loved the look of her party
dress, she was just a tiny bit disappointed they wouldn't be wearing
costumes this year. *Still,* she thought, *June Allyson would be proud,
even if this look is a bit dated for 1955. Of course, Bob's boss is a
bit dated, too.*
"Honey, can you help me with these cufflinks?" her husband asked
as he followed her toward the door. "We do need to get a move on."
"In a minute," Deana promised as she opened the door. A lone
child was standing there, a slim little redhead with deep blue eyes
that looked huge in the dim light.
Deana lowered herself carefully to the child's level, making sure
her skirts and pettis stayed neat as she said, "You're a bit young to
be by yourself, aren't you?"
The girl was about eight or nine, Deana thought, and dressed in
petticoats of her own. Hers, though, lifted a dress that went clear
to the ground. She had a neat bonnet, and a parasol, and looked like
a miniature version of one of the characters from Gone With The Wind.
"My mama is down the street, at a party. I have to stay in sight
of the house," the child explained, pointing to a brightly lit house.
"I suppose that will be all right," Deana said as she looked at the
Harrison's house. That's where she and her husband would have been, if
Bob's boss hadn't decided to have a dinner party of his own that evening.
She offered the little girl a bit of fresh-baked bread, another tradition
she had learned from her own mother.
"You know," Deana said conspiratorially to the child, "I used to have
a Halloween costume just like yours when I was a little girl."
"Really?" the girl asked, wide-eyed.
"Sure thing, though that was almost 20 years ago when that movie
had
just come out," Deana confirmed. "I don't think I was nearly as pretty as
you, though."
Smiling happily the child took a big bite and mumbled something that
was probably, "Thanks" through her treasure.
"You be careful now," Bob said paternally as she stepped away.
The girl nodded and started to walk toward the neighbor's yard. Bob
put his arm around his wife's slender waist and watched the child go.
Deana rested her head on his shoulder and sighed.
"I wish those wonderful gowns were still in fashion," Deana
said. "And dashing Southern beaus to win the maidens that wore them."
"What about me?" Bob said with a hurt expression that dissolved
immediately into a snicker. Deana poked his shoulder and laughed
herself, reaching for his dangling cuffs and the cufflinks that were
frustrating him. They didn't notice the girl look back at them, nor
the strange glow that seemed to come from her eyes.
___________________
At the sound of a small foot scraping on the flagstone, Deana looked
up. The urchin who approached was dressed in tattered rags. The too-
thin
body made the little girl's eyes look too huge for a real child, almost
like those of one of the spirits that were said to be out and about on
All Hallow's Eve.
Her sister Roberta was chiding her to hurry, as usual, "Ah do
decleah, Sistuh. If you don't get a move on, Reggie might find someone
else to dance with," As Roberta swished her way into the front hall, her
wide skirts and stiff petticoats made her gown sway with her graceful
glide, a motion trained into both the girls by their mother.
"Oh, Roberta," Deana cried, "we can't let this li'l darkie go away
hungry. It wouldn't be right."
"They should know they can get treats at th' overseeuh's cottage
tonight," Roberta said. "And ouah carriage will be heah any second."
"Ah just can't send her away hungry," Deana said, straightening up
and pulling off one of her long, snowy gloves.
"Wait right heah," she ordered the small colored girl. Deana made
her way into the kitchen, returning in a moment with a loaf of hot bread,
fresh from the oven. She held it carefully away from her so that no flour
would mar the perfection of her own wide gown. As she bent to hand
the
soft bread to the huge-eyed child, she realized that the little girl's
eyes were a most unusual blue, every bit as deep as the gown Deana had
chosen.
"My, my, you do have the most unusual eyes, child," Deana said with
a
smile as she gave the urchin the bread.
"Yas'm" the girl said, ducking her head. "My ma says they's lahk
what my pa had."
Deana was about to ask politely after the child's parents, but the
clatter of their carriage interrupted any further conversation beyond a
quick, "Take care."
The little girl nodded as she scurried out of the way of the horses.
The two Southern belles fluttered about, quickly completing their
preparations for the grand ball at River Oaks. All the eligible young
men would be there, and at 18 and 19 the girls were already starting to
get sidelong looks from biddies who wondered why they weren't at least
betrothed to someone. It wasn't as though they hadn't been approached.
After all, their daddy was the richest man in three counties, and they
were by all accounts the prettiest young women.
"Oh, do you really think Reggie will be theah?" Deana gushed.
"If not, Mother will be devastated," Roberta laughed. Giggling
together they turned from the door, but not before catching one last
glimpse of the small colored child walking toward their cabins.
Both sisters stopped for a second to look at the little girl. "You
know, Sistuh, that was a good thing you did, bringin' her some bread,"
Roberta said.
"Thank you," Deana said. "We might think of startin' that as a
tradition of our own. Mother is verra big on tradition."
Interrupting her own giggle with a suddenly somber look, Deana
continued, "I jus' wish that all this silly nigra versus white stuff
would go away. That child has as much right to a good life as anyone
else."
"Oh, Deana, you are a dreamuh," Roberta laughed. Neither noticed
the strange glow that seemed to come from the child's eyes as she looked
back at the big house.
"Come girls," said their always-elegant mother, catching up to them
without apparent (and unladylike) haste. "We mustn't be late."
"Yes, Mama," they dutifully replied, forgetting about the small
child and the casual gift they had given her.
___________________
"All programmed and ready to go," Bobbie said as she stepped back
from the costume machine.
"What are you going to turn me into this time?" Dean asked as he
tried to get a look at the settings on the machine.
"No peeking," Bobbie laughed.
"Oh, come on," Dean said plaintively. "Not even a hint?"
"Well, it won't be what we did last year," she said.
"That's no hint at all. We never repeat Halloween costumes," he
complained.
"Lucky for you," Bobbie said. "Last year, when you were that 20th
century football player, and you made me be a cheerleader . . . Well, I
couldn't walk for three days afterwards."
"Well, you know what they used to say about black men, back when
you could tell the difference," Dean laughed. "Besides, you started it
two years ago when you made me into a Hula dancer. I had to wiggle
my hips all night at the party. I thought I was going to dislocate
something. So anyway, old ethnic stereotypes are your idea, not mine."
"Yeah, well, that's not what we're going to do this year," Bobbie
said. "Are you ready?"
"I suppose you want me to go first," Dean said. He pretended to
look dismayed at the idea, though it was clear he was eager. Bobbie
nodded and motioned him toward the machine, but they were interrupted
by
the door announcer.
"Visitors approaching," the door said in the dulcet female voice that
was still most popular after all these years.
"Good thing the Simmond's party is only a couple of hundred miles
away," Bobbie said. "We only have a half hour to get there, and we're
still getting Trick-or-treaters."
"I'll get it," Dean offered.
"You're just stalling," accused his wife, but she knew he really
did like to hand out goodies to the kids.
When he opened the door he saw a trio of young girls, one blonde,
one redhead, and one dusky-skinned with kinky hair. All three, though,
had the same deep blue eyes.
"My, what pretty girls," Dean said as he squatted to reach their
level. "You must be sisters, with those beautiful eyes."
"Yes, sir," the blonde answered.
Dean reached for the tray of fresh rolls, but the redhead interrupted
him, "That won't be necessary, sir."
"Excuse me?" Dean said.
"We are not here to gain a treat, but to grant one," the dusky-
skinned one said. "You have always shown generosity, and shown
concern
for children. For that reason we have granted you three wishes. Now,
together, we grant you your fourth wish."
With that, the three girls stepped back in unison, and vanished
right before Dean's eyes.
"Did you see that?" he asked his wife.
"Yes. That's a pretty good trick. I don't think I've seen that one
before."
"I didn't even know you could make a costume that good at
disappearing," Dean said as he stood up.
"Now, quit stalling," Bobbie said, laughing again. Dean smiled and
stepped into the costume machine.
Well within the machine's two minute specification, Deana stepped
out. She wore a traditional wedding gown, complete with demure veil
and
long train. Her tiny waist was highlighted by a change from the taffeta
of the skirts to an intricate pearl-decorated bodice. A bouquet of the
purest white roses completed her costume.
"I should have known," Deana laughed. "You always were a horny
old
goat."
"I am not old," Bobbie said with her own laugh. In another couple
of minutes Bob stepped forth in a tailored tuxedo, pointedly running his
finger over a neatly-trimmed moustache.
"Now that's a new idea," Deana said.
"Anything for you, my blushing bride," Bob replied.
Deana fluffed up her voluminous skirts, and said, "I don't know how
we're going to get all this inside our aircar."
"Don't worry about it, my dear," Bob said grandly. "Your husband
has
taken care of everything."
He pulled the door open to show a descending limousine. "I
arranged
for this already. We'll be to the party in plenty of time."
He offered his arm to his lady, who took it with a graceful gesture
as they walked toward the waiting vehicle. "And after?" she asked with
a
smirk.
"And after, we'll continue our traditionalist Halloween with some
traditional wedding-night activities, of course," Bob answered with a
comic-opera leer.
"Oooh, you say the most fascinating things," she cooed.
Neither noticed the three little girls standing in the neighbor's
yard. In the surprise of the children's disappearance, the loving couple
had forgotten the promise of an answered wish. They didn't know of the
three wishes already granted in past realities, and they hadn't voiced any
since. Nonetheless, the deep blue glow was once again shining from the
matching eyes of the young girls.
It was only later, when she tried to use the costuming machine again
that Deana realized they had carried their pseudo-wedding-night tradition
a bit further than she had expected. It would be a while before she could
change back into a man. Nine months, in fact. But she was not unhappy
with that development. After all, she had always loved children. It was
a family tradition.
The End
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