Trick Or Treating At That House

What to be? She wondered, thinking princess with a mask But she wanted to disguise her figure, a monumental task She tried on costume after costume, discarding most as “no”. She finally chose a sheet that had a tiny after glow. She had better wear a muzzle, for if he heard her voice He would recognize her immediately; her husband’s name is Royce. She wanted to surprise him, in the act, so to speak. She practiced walking in army boots, for they rarely ever squeak. He had often told her that he always recognized her walk. Thus, she wanted to disguise it as well as her distinguished talk. She has a little accent that yells “Brooklyn” in a certain way. She knew she had better not even try to talk at all this day. The house was several streets away, but she did not drive their car. She loaded her pistol and walked there; it truly was not far. In a ghost costume she glided to the freshly painted red door Her husband’s mistress answered, and now she is no more