Paul liked to buy his daughter costumes at least a month in advance. He was a neurotic single financier with eight white non-iron Brooks Brothers shirts; one for each day of the week and one devoted entirely to holidays . His life ran like clockwork, and he intended to keep it that way. It was September 30 and he intended to purchase his daughter a halloween costume. She was going to be an angel.
Cynthia's lunch was packed for her every day at school. She would have her ham and cheese sandwich and her apple and her carton of milk. Her father varied the vegetables each day on a three day rotation between carrots, celery and cucumbers. She was seven and wanted to be a bunny for halloween.
Hanson was a small wiry man who lived in the back-room of his costume shop. His shop smelled of old rubber. He was comforted by the sounds of Christmas music year round. He listened to one song each month, in order to fully absorb the twelve track Christmas mixed-tape that he had received as a child. September was devoted to "....
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wife = mystery....
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