5:00pm
"Dad!" Richie yelled down from the top of the stairs, getting dressed in his Halloween costume.
"What is it?" Wentworth replied, his head popping out from the kitchen doorway where he helped Maggie prepare a bowl full of candy for possible trick-or-treaters.
"Where's your red flannel?" Richie asked. "I can't find it."
"It's in the dryer."
Richie quickly headed downstairs, shirtless, towards the laundry room to find his fathers red flannel which would help complete his werewolf costume. A week prior to the party Richie had payed a visit to the Marsh residents to ask Beverly for help with his costume.
"Richie." Beverly had said, gripping the boy's shoulders. "You have no idea how long I've waited for someone to ask me this. Come on." She said, pulling him into her apartment building and guiding him into her bedroom where her sowing machine sat on a desk near her bed.
"What do you need help with?" She asked, clasping her hands together with a smile.
"I need you to make me some sleeves, made out of fur for my werewolf costume." Richie told her, looking around Beverly's room. It was small, her bed off to one corner with a nightstand next to it and a single lamp on it with porcelain figures on it as well. She also had a small vanity with nail polish in every color resting on it. Richie eyed the black nail polish.
"That should be easy, I'll just need measurements of your arms and legs." Beverly said, digging around it her drawers for a tape measure.
"Oooh, Ms. Marsh wants to get a load of these bad boys I see?" Richie said before pulling up his sleeve and flexing what little muscle he had. "I don't blame her."
"You're a dork." She said, rolling her eyes and finally grabbing the tape measure. "Give me your arm." She instructed him. Richie held out his arm and let Beverly wrap the tape measure around.
Finally once she was done measuring his arms and legs and told him when she would be done. "I'll finish these up over the weekend, I'll bring them to you on Monday, Tuesday at the latest."
"Sounds pretty okey-dokey to me. Oh and one more thing." Richie grinned mischievously at the ginger girl.
"What's that?" Beverly said slowly.
"Can you measure my wang too? I need to see if it's grown at all."
Beverly bursted out laughing at Richie's crude joke and she had to grip her stomach, tears strolling out of her eyes. "Oh my- Richie get out!" Beverly laughed again, pushing Richie out the door.
"What? Last time I measured it it was a whopping 24 inches! 24 inches!"
"Richie, no dick is 2 feet long." Beverly scoffed, shaking her head with a smug smile
"Funny, that's not what your mom said last night." Richie retorted, leaning against the railings of Beverly's porch, smiling at his own joke.
"How's fucking a dead corpse going for you?"
"Quite good, actually."
