“Finally, home sweet hell,” I sighed under my breath, striding through the front door and heading up the stairs. My wooden mules clicked sharply against each step, echoing through the sorority house’s empty hallway. The denim skirt clung snugly as I ascended, my light blue cardigan slipping off one shoulder. I adjusted it impatiently, the ribbon choker around my neck suddenly feeling tighter than it had during my last class. ...
“All right,” said the lady at the Blood Donation Center. “the next time you can donate will be in six weeks. That’s…October 24th. Just one week before Halloween!” We both chuckled a little. Then a devilish thought came into my mind. “Do you guys do any Halloweeny type stuff? Like, costumes?” “Oh little things, decorations, cat ears. Nothing elaborate.” “well…I’d like to make a suggestion. It would be fun, and I could get you some more donations. Not sure you could do it, with the rules about donating.” I explained my idea. She was surprised, then scandalized, then thoughtful. ...