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“So whatthe kitchen island down The horror endary People would shoith birthday offerings, popcorn, candy, and snacks He celebrated the traditional ith family the day after his birthday This day was just for them

“The bloodier, the better,” he answered

“Hmmm, classic or modern?”

He leaned in closer “That depends on what you have in mind”

“Dead Alive or Saw, the first film”

“Hore”

“Excellent choice Morningan eyebrow up

He laughed “Yeah right”

She laughed with hilass tulasses onto the counter that she’d brought back froe for the ice “You get the movie cued up, and I’ll be in a minute,” she said

“On it”

Aibhlinn then pulled out the plastic black ice tray and cracked the round ball of ice out of its lass, she repeated the process, proud of the habits Enzo picked up from her Her love of fine whiskey was another trait she’d inherited from her father Back home, people took their drinks quite seriously While her mother could drink with the best of them, she wasn’t as particular on her pick of poison

She poured the with the bottle—onto a chocolate wood breakfast tray she’d bought It was ahout his house If she’d left it up to him, the place would still be a barren bachelor’s pad The man could be his oorst enemy It was like he didn’t believe he deserved happiness She entered the room, set the tray on the black table in front of the couch, and sank onto the soft grey cushion

“You ready?” he asked

“Let the horrorathon begin,” she replied solemnly with a nod