Genevieve, a sleep-deprived mother, thinks it’s a prank when she finds her car covered in eggs until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was blocking the view of his elaborate Halloween display.
Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson but is too exhausted to argue.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired that makes it hard to remember if you’ve fed the dog or brushed your teeth.
Since the twins were born, my days were a blur.
Despite the fact that Lily and Lucas were my precious darlings, managing two newborns largely by myself was a monumental task. For months, I hadn’t slept all night. The neighborhood was abuzz with excitement as Halloween approached, but not me.
I barely had the energy to decorate, much less to keep up with the suburban celebrations.
Brad then appeared.
You would have thought that the man took Halloween very seriously.
He transformed his house into a haunted carnival each year, complete with gravestones, skeleton dioramas, enormous jack-o-lanterns, and other decorations.
And the cocky expression on his face whenever someone praised him?
Please.
The entire street was enamored by his spectacles. But me?
Brad’s absurd haunted house didn’t bother me because I was too preoccupied with trying to keep my eyes open.
It was a run of the mill October morning when everything began to disentangle.
With Lucas cradled in my arm and Lily on one hip, I shuffled outside. I squinted at the sight before me.
My vehicle had been towed!
Broken pieces of shell were caught in the semi-solidified goo, which was trickling down the windshield like some bent breakfast exceptional.
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