When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
Boy, 7, Found Dead After..
At least 135 people have lost their lives as a result of Hurricane Helene, with the Carolinas suffering the worst. Micah Drye, 7, and his grandparents from Asheville, North Carolina, were among the deceased. They took cover on a rooftop before being carried away by floodwaters. Micah’s mother, Megan Drye, lived, but she sadly lost her parents and son in the accident.
The tragic tale was posted online by Megan’s sister, Jessica Drye Turner, who related Micah’s last words: “Jesus! Please assist me. “New grief and strong faith,” she said, expressing her grief and faith. The new catchphrase A quarter of a mile from where Megan had been rescued was where Micah’s body was eventually discovered.Heather Kephart, Megan’s other sister, set up a GoFundMe campaign to help Megan when she lost everything. A last picture of Micah smiling in a Jurassic World T-shirt, shot by his grandma prior to the catastrophe, is included on the page.The losses incurred by the hurricane are numerous; the Drye family’s is just one as communities work to rebuild. The ability of families like theirs to bounce back from such destruction will be essential to the healing process.
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