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there’s anything at all to tell, then she’ll tell us when she’s ready. Now I suggest you all get eating before the kids start coming around.”
    “Thanks, Dad.” I smiled.
    He nodded as he winked and continued eating his dinner.
    As soon as the little voices of trick or treaters were heard, Charlotte and Ryan stood on the porch and passed out candy. I went to the back and lit up a cigarette. As I stood out there, trying to escape the badgering of my family, my dad walked outside and stood next to me with his hands in his pockets.
    “Ben, eh? So what happened to his wife?”
    “Cancer,” I said as I took a puff of my cigarette and then looked at it.
    “How long were they married?”
    “Five years.”
    “That’s a shame. Young guy?”
    “Around my age.”
    “Wow. So sad. You two must have been the youngest in the group.”
    “We were.”
    “Weird.”
    “I know,” I said as I took one last puff and put out my cigarette.
    He put his arm around me. “Let’s go get some dessert and you can tell me all about this sex column I heard you’re going to be writing.”
    Damn you, Keaton, I thought to myself.

Chapter 10
    Ben
    I couldn’t believe that I saw Paisley at the beach and I couldn’t believe that she surfed. The rest of my run consisted of her being on my mind. Not just because she was a beautiful woman and she looked amazing in a wet suit, but because she had also lost a spouse at such a young age. I invited my parents over for Halloween. Amy and I always stayed home and passed out candy and my parents always came over. My mom said that she would like me to come over this year, but I insisted they still come to my house. I didn’t want to change just because Amy wasn’t here anymore. I actually just wanted to be alone and sit on my porch and watch the kids dressed in their cute and scary costumes pass by, but if I were to tell my mom that, she would just argue with me about it.
    The doorbell rang and when I answered it, my mom and dad were standing there, holding up plastic bags with smiles on their faces.
    “I brought all the ingredients to make my famous chili,” my mom said as she walked in.
    “Hello, son.”
    “Hi, Dad.” I leaned over and gave my mom a kiss. “Hi, Mom.”
    “I brought some extra bags of candy in case you didn’t buy enough,” my mom said.
    “I have enough candy, Mom. But thank you.”
    She made her way into the kitchen and my dad asked if he could take a look at the table I was working on.
    “This is really nice, son. What are you going to do with it once it’s finished?”
    “Thanks. There’s a lady from San Francisco who’s buying it.”
    “How many chairs? Six?”
    “Yep. I have four of them done already. I told her that I’d be done with the set in about a month and that I’d give her a call and set up delivery.”
    He stood there, nodding his head. “Beautiful. If you need someone to go with you, give me a call.”
    I patted him on the back. “Thanks, Dad.”
    We walked back into the house, and when I walked into my bedroom, I found my mom staring at my closet.
    “What are you doing, Mom?”
    She turned around and looked at me with sadness in her eyes. “It’s been almost a year, Ben. You need to do something with Amy’s things.”
    I could feel a tear rise in my eye. “I will, Mom. When I’m ready.”
    “I’ll help you. Just call me and I’ll be right over.”
    “Thanks for the offer, Mom. But when I clean out her things, I want to do it alone.”
    “This should’ve been done a long time ago. Why prolong your agony, Ben?”
    “Come on. Isn’t the chili ready yet?” I asked as I put my arm around her and led her out of my room.
    After we ate dinner, I stepped onto the porch, sat down, and passed out candy to the kids. It was a good thing my mom brought those extra bags because it seemed like there were way more kids than last year. It was already nine o’clock and there didn’t seem to be any more kids on the street. Just as I was getting