Chapter Eleven
"Happy Halloween!" I cried out, dancing around in the living room as Dad was making us some food. "Guess what! I'm going to a party—Oh, El, your costume is so cute!" I looked at El as a little ghost who stands there.
"Boo." El imitates a ghost which made me smile.
"You're so cute." I coo, giving her a hug from behind. "Isn't she just adorable Dad?"
"Yeah, cute," Dad murmured. "El, you're not going trick or treating."
"Why not?" El asked.
"Yeah, why not?" I repeated as Dad puts some french toast onto our plates.
"Because it's breakfast now, okay? Come on, let's eat." Dad says.
"They wouldn't see me." El continued. Dad carried all three plates over to the table.
"Who wouldn't see you?" Dad asked El.
"The bad men," El says.
"What are you talking about?"
"Trick or treat," El said as Dad sits down at the table.
"You want to go trick or treating?" Dad repeated. El nods beneath the sheet. "You know the rules." He stands up and began to move El towards the seat.
"Yes, but—"
"Yeah, so you know the answer," Dad responded.
"No, but I—They wouldn't see me," El whined.
"No. Hey. I don't care." Dad holds onto both of her arms. "I don't care, all right? You go out there, ghost or not, it's a risk. We don't take risks. All right? They're stupid, and..."
"We're not stupid!" El repeated.
"Exactly." Dad nodded. "Now, you take that off, sit down and eat. Your food's getting cold." El rips off her ghost outfit which I pouted and sat down with them. Dad pours syrup on my french toast, and El's, then his own. He leans forward, noticing her glum expression. "All right, look... how about I get off early tonight, and I buy us a bunch of candy, and we can sit around and get fat, and we watch a scary movie together? How's that for compromise?"
"Compromise?" El asked, frowning at the word. Whenever El learns a new word, I write it down for her in her notebook and the definition so she remembers to use it. El looked at me.
"C–O–M–promise. Compromise." I tell her. "How about that's your word for the day? Yeah? Give me your notebook later on and I'll write it down for you. It's something that's kinda in–between. It's like half–way happy."
"By 5—1—5?" El asked Dad.
"5.15. Yeah, sure." Dad nodded. I love the way El speaks with numbers.
"Promise?" El whispered.
Dad leans forward. "Yes. I promise."
"Halfway happy," El responded, causing me to smile and dig into some of my french toast. Dad rubs her brown curly hair.
Dad turns to me. "So, you were saying about this party?"
"Party?" I frowned. "Oh, Party. Tina's party."
"Will there be alcohol at this party?" Dad grills.
"Uh—No?" I smiled innocently. "Dad, please don't shut this party down. Everyone loves Halloween in this town."
"All right fine, but if I end up finding you drunk back at this house, I might have to arrest you." Dad gives me a stern look.
"Dad, come on," I whined. "Fine, I won't end up drunk at this house."
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