Thirty-Two

“The fact that we can buy blue body paint on DoorDash and nobody bats an eye is sort of amazing,” James says as he walks back into the bedroom with a small paper bag.

“Yeah,” I agree. “But did you also get the horns?”

He gives me a look, “no because it’s not Halloween.”

I shrug, “then it spoils the illusion.”

He stares as me for a second before leaving the room and coming back several minutes later with an army helmet that has a pair of long horns sticking from it. “How about this?”

I cock my head as I watch him put it on, “I guess that will work. You’ll just have to buckle it tightly.”

He grins, “just don’t tell George I borrowed this.”

“Yeah, why does he even have that?” I ask. Not that I was surprised. That helmet was the least weird thing in this house.

James laughs, “he said it was part of his renaissance outfit. He called it Battle Minotaur.”

I shake my head at the image of George in fuzzy pants and horns with army paint all over him. “Now that I think about it, Annie pr