October is the month of Rioux. There may only be one full moon, but this family will take every opportunity to howl. They will throw back their heads and make their mouths as round as pumpkins. They will sing like children of the night.
At this very moment, as J types, her industrious husband is building the costume he will wear in three night's time. What is it, you ask? Ah, there will be no sneak previews. You must wait and see, trusting that the Riouxs will not disappoint. As she types, her babes are asleep upstairs in their beds, dreaming of pumpkin patches and candy corn. E is practicing his zombie moan, his somnambulant shuffle. As she types, no fewer than five jack'o'lanterns sit patiently on the front deck. They have already been lit. You can call it a test run. You can call it too excited to wait.
At this very moment, as J types, her industrious husband is building the costume he will wear in three night's time. What is it, you ask? Ah, there will be no sneak previews. You must wait and see, trusting that the Riouxs will not disappoint. As she types, her babes are asleep upstairs in their beds, dreaming of pumpkin patches and candy corn. E is practicing his zombie moan, his somnambulant shuffle. As she types, no fewer than five jack'o'lanterns sit patiently on the front deck. They have already been lit. You can call it a test run. You can call it too excited to wait.
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