Ambrose King dons a black jumpsuit with cardboard attached to his chest resembling a piece of paper. Ambrose came as paper. And he looks incredibly ridiculous. Reading my mind, he smiles in earnest. I take a mental snapshot, storing the image away for safekeeping. My mouth curves upward. “Nice costume.” “Yeah, yeah.” “What are you supposed to be?” “Very funny.” His hand shoots out to tickle my side and I squeal with delight. I flick the cardboard on his chest. “What will your friends think of you?” “I don’t know. But I realized I care what you and Cat think of me a lot more.”
