Standard Disclaimer – I don't own Twilight or an of the characters from the story. All song selections have been provided by me amazing beta, NoWayWithWords. She is the greatest! She has set up a YouTube Playlist that includes the songs chosen for the chapters. If you would like to check it out, see my profile for the link.

The song for the chapter is "Wise Up" by Aimee Mann.

Chapter 19 - Disappointment

I reached pulled the little envelope from the flowers and slid the card out.

Congratulation on your successful tour! Every show is now sold out. We can't wait for you to get home and tell us all about it. – Alice and Jasper

I had to blink and fan my face to keep the tears from ruining my make-up. I was happy to hear that the shows were sold out and happy to hear from Alice and Jasper, but I was heartbroken that the flowers weren't from Edward. I pulled out my cell phone and took a picture of the bouquet and sent it to him with a caption that said, "I thought these were from you, but I was disappointed when I found out they weren't. Where are you? Why haven't you called? I miss you."

I sent the message and put my phone away as someone came by to tell me the opening band had just finished their set and I would go on in five minutes. I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. "You can do this, Bella. These people are expecting a good show and you are going to give it to them. Don't let your personal pain interfere with your ability to make people smile. Forget about it and focus on the music," I told myself.

I held my head high and marched out of my dressing room to the cheering fans that awaited me. The performance went much better than I expected. When it was over, a fan asked the security guard to give me a stuffed Bugs Bunny. I was backstage looking for someone to unlock my dressing room when the guard spotted me and flagged me over.

I recognized the lady from the mall. She was one of the people I had my picture taken with. "I remember you." I said with a smile. "We met today, at the mall, right?"

She was shaking, she was so excited. "Yes. I have the picture on my phone. I just wanted to bring this to you. I don't know if you are a Bugs Bunny fan or not, but in the cartoon, whenever he gets lost, he says…"

"I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque!" I interrupted, as I laughed. "I remember that. I loved that cartoon. Thank you so much!"

She was smiling ear to ear. "I'm so glad you remember that. I was afraid I would look like a complete idiot. Anyway, my friends and I signed him, see?" She turned him around, so I could see their signatures and good luck wishes written on his back, legs, feet and arms. "I read in Rolling Stone that they gave you an autographed hat in Texas and I found a picture on the internet of you holding an autographed cow in Oklahoma, so I wanted to give you an autographed Bugs Bunny."

I took the stuffed animal from her hands and gave it a hug. "This is perfect. Thank you."

The security guard use the woman's cell phone to take a picture of the two of us standing together on stage with the stuffed animal then escorted her to the exit. I got the volunteers and people that worked the concert to sign the stuffed animal before they left. Bree got a kick out of it. She thought it was a very clever gift.

When we piled onto the bus to head toward Salt Lake City, Utah, I was too wired to sleep. I pulled out my laptop and started writing a song that I had floating around in my head. It was a song about trying to stay positive while waiting for the love of your life to return to you. I tried to keep it up-beat, but it had an undercurrent of loneliness that I just couldn't manage to avoid. I finished the lyrics and the guitar piece before drifting off to sleep my the chair. When Felix pulled over for gas, sometime during the night, he woke me up and sent me to bed.

We stopped for brunch when we arrived in Salt Lake City. Since we had time to kill, I asked the waitress to make a suggestion on something we should do while we were in town for the day. She recommended we go to Temple Square. She gave us directions when we were ready to leave.

Felix decided he was going to get some sleep on the bus, so the rest of us took off on foot. Temple Square was only four blocks from The Depot, which is where we were going to be playing that night. Twix wasn't thrilled about taking off on foot. I could tell he was afraid we would get lost, so I tried to distract him by keeping him involved in conversation. Once we turned the corner and could see the huge castle-like structure that was the Mormon Temple, we were all speechless. The place was beautiful!

There was a young man leading a walking tour through the garden. We joined in with the little group that was following him. He talked a little about each of the buildings around the square and gave a little history about the religion and how they came to settle in Utah. It was really quite interesting. I had never been a very religious person. I believe in God, but I didn't like the politics that went along with most of the churches in the small town where I grew up, so I stopped attending church when I was a teenager.

As I stood there looking up at the impressive building, I wondered how much money and power one religion would have to have in order to afford such an extravagant place of worship. To my knowledge, I had never known any Mormons, but I had never been one to talk religion, so I probably wouldn't have known anyway.

I took pictures of everything that impressed me, from the huge temple, to the flowers planted around the well manicured park. The day was perfect. It was warm and clear, but not too hot. Over all, I was very impressed with the city. If you looked one direction you saw a beautiful mountain range, and the other direction, you saw clear blue sky. The people I met were really friendly, too. If people recognized me, they didn't make it obvious. I was free to wander around town without being accosted by people wanting autographs, not that I would have minded if they did.

According to an old lady working in the gift shop, tourists come in the winter for the skiing, and in the summer for the hiking, but they come year round to visit the temple. I bought a large coffee mug with the Salt Lake City skyline on it and asked the lady at the shop if she would sign it for me before she wrapped it in paper and put it in a bag.

We visited a museum and stopped for an early dinner before heading back to the bus to set up. Our show was due to start earlier than usual, so we had to get things done quickly. The opening band was setting up their equipment when we arrived. When they finished, they helped us carry everything in and get it ready.

I had the opening band, the staff, and volunteers sign my coffee cup before the show. The opening band was really good. They were selling homemade CDs after their performance, so I bought one. They tried to tell me that I could have it for free, but I insisted on paying. I knew how tight money could be when you were just starting off.

Since the show started early, we finished up early. Nate suggested we find a bar and have a few drinks, but when we packed everything up and left the theatre, everything was closed for the night. It was strange. There were hardly even any cars on the road. We did manage to find an ice cream shop that was still open, so we stopped there. I couldn't decide between the double fudge with peanuts or the pink bubble gum, so I had a scoop of each. Nate laughed at me and told me I was weird, but when he ordered coffee flavored ice cream and had them mix in Oreo cookies and gummy bears, I told him he had no room to talk.

The sugar rush from the ice cream had us all wide awake as we left Salt Lake City and headed toward San Francisco, California.

My first impression of San Francisco was that it was crowded. It seemed like there was an over abundance of people walking around for a weekday, when they should be at work. We stopped for breakfast but the place was so crowded that we ended up ordering our food to go and eating on the bus. Felix took us down to see the world famous Fisherman's Wharf. We did some walking around for a little while, but it started to get really hot, so we eventually ended up back on the bus to take a nap in the comfort of the air conditioning.

I tossed and turned in my bunk, but I couldn't get to sleep, so I ended up eating fruity popcorn and watching TV with Felix. We kept the volume low, but the movie was funny so we kept snickering and unsuccessfully muffling our laughter. Twix eventually gave up trying to take a nap, so he got up and joined us for a little while before he headed to the bathroom to get ready for the show.

Riley woke up and took his shower when Twix was done. As he walked by Bree's bunk on his way to the bathroom, she watched him pass and wiped at a tear that slipped down her cheek. She noticed me watching her and tried to put on a happy face. I went over and sat beside her on her bunk.

"Bree, what's wrong?"

I could see her trying to decide if she should talk to me about it or not. Eventually she broke down and whispered, "We're going to be heading home tonight. Tomorrow morning we will go our separate ways, which means that I will go back to only seeing him once or twice a week and he will go back to barely talking to me again. It has taken years for us to get this close. I don't want to go back to the way we were before. I want to build on what we have now, but I don't think he's interested."

I smoothed her hair out of her face and said, "Honey, I don't think you have anything to worry about. I've seen the way he looks at you. I'm pretty sure he has feelings for you, but he's not comfortable acting on them yet."

"Why not? What am I doing wrong? What's wrong with me?"

"He just needs some time, Bree. I can almost bet that you will start to see a change in him in the next couple of months."

She looked so forlorn. "How can you be so sure? It's been years. What makes you think he will ever change?"

"Because your birthday is coming up soon, right?"

"Yes, five weeks from tomorrow. Why?"

"So, five weeks from tomorrow, you will be twenty years old, right?" I pressed.

"Yes, but I don't understand why that would make a difference."

I paused and took a deep breath before I explained, "I think your age is the biggest road block for him, Bree. Right now, he would be a guy in his mid-twenties dating a teenager. People might have a problem with that. In five weeks, he will be a guy in his mid-twenties dating a woman in her early twenties. No one would care."

She gave me a hopeful, but guarded look. "Do you really think so?"

I nodded. "I could be wrong, but that's what I think."

Before she could say anything else, Riley came out of the bathroom. His hair was still wet, but he was clean and dressed for the night. He looked at the two of us sitting together and quirked an eyebrow, looking like he was wondering what we were up to.

Bree smiled and said, "I think Nate's still out cold, so I'll take my shower next."

She grabbed her stuff and scurried into the bathroom, so Riley wouldn't notice that she had been crying. He waited until he heard the shower then came to sit beside me.

"Do I even want to know why she was upset?"

I patted him on the knee and said, "She's impatiently waiting and doesn't see the light at the end of the tunnel."

He focused on his hands and gave me a slight nod. "I guess she didn't notice that since we've been traveling, I've been trying to get to know her a little better."

"She's noticed, but the trip will be over tomorrow. She's afraid that everything will go back to the way it was before."

"What did you tell her?" he asked hesitantly.

"I told her to be patient."

He picked at the bottom of his t-shirt and said, "Thanks."

"Hey, Riley… Just in case you are wondering, her birthday is five weeks from tomorrow."

He nodded his head and smiled. "Thanks, Bella."

It didn't take long for Nate and me to take our turns in the showers and get dressed. Of course there was no hot water left, so the shower was fast and cold. Normally I would have complained, but the cold water actually helped wake me up a little, so I didn't mind it too much. By the time I was finished getting dressed, everyone else had already finished setting up and testing everything.

We had to be ready early because one of the local radio stations had a contest and gave 20 fans a private meet and greet before the show and front row tickets. It wasn't something that we had done previously, but Rosalie and Jasper both said that it would be a good thing, so I agreed to do it.

I was met by the man coordinating the event, Jordan. He was a tall thin black man with a slight British accident. He explained that one of the back rooms had been set up like a lounge for the interview. People were allowed to take pictures, as long as they didn't use a flash. The radio station would be recording everything on video, which they would sell to the people attending and possibly to other listeners, so I needed to make sure my answers would be something I wouldn't mind the entire world hearing later. He reminded me that I had the right to refuse to answer any questions, but recommended I find a polite way to do it.

I thanked him and asked if I looked ok. He laughed and said, "You look gorgeous, Bella. I'm sure you're going to do great."

As he opened the door to the room, I peeked inside. The room had plush throw rugs randomly positioned on the floor. There were several sofas, beanbags, and throw pillows all over the place. It wall all done in shades of red, orange, and yellow. I liked it. They had an overstuffed armchair set up in the center of the room, for me to sit in. It was made out of yellow fake fur. I thought it was kind of neat, but it definitely wasn't something I would have in my own home.

Jordan entered the room first and announced me. I walked in and waved to everyone as they cheered for me. I took my seat and smiled pretty while everyone took pictures. Jordan clipped a little microphone to the front of my dress and turned it on. When he said everything was ready to go, I said hello to the fans.

Jordan said a few things then handed his microphone to the intern that was walking around so people could ask questions. There were two guys with video cameras. One was filming me, and the other was filming the people asking the questions. The first person to ask a question was a young guy.

"I hope you don't think I'm being rude, but is Bella Swan your real name?"

I laughed, "My parents named me after my mom's great aunt. So my given name is Isabella Marie Swan. Everyone calls me Bella, though."

A young woman, maybe 19 or 20 years old, asked, "How old were you when you decided you wanted to be a serious musician?"

"Only recently, I have to admit. I have always loved music and have studied piano and guitar for years, but the thought of being a serious musician never crossed my mind. I fell into this career accidentally, while singing karaoke. I was invited by a great music scout, Emmett McCarty, to enter a radio station contest. The contest landed me in a band. A few months later, we did a performance at a music festival in Seattle. The band broke up, so I thought I was done. I had my fifteen minutes of fame, so to speak, so I went back to what I was doing before the contest. I was approached several months later by Jasper Whitlock, with Alice Records, to record some music. He promoted the music and helped me hire a manger. The rest is history."

Next was a woman in her late thirties with her teenage daughter. "I read in an article that you collect autographs from your fans and the people that work at your shows. I brought this for you." She held up a big stuffed fish.

I smiled, "That looks like the fish I saw them throwing around down at the wharf this morning! That's wonderful. Thank you. Would you mind if I let everyone here sign it?"

"No, actually, I brought a permanent marker so we could pass it around," the lady said, holding up a familiar looking pen.

She signed it and handed it to her daughter who signed it and passed it on. While the fish was being passed around, someone else asked, "What do you do with all this stuff?"

"I don't know yet. So far, I have a cowboy hat, a stuffed Bugs Bunny, a ceramic cow, a coffee cup, some autographed pictures, and now a fish. I think I'm going to make a wall display or put them in a cabinet or something. I'll have to see when I get home."

A very feminine-looking man wondered, "Is it true that Edward Cullen never brushes his teeth?"

I laughed. "No. That is absolutely false. I just spent two months on tour with him and his band. I can promise you that everyone that was on my bus, Edward included, brushed their teeth on a regular basis. I can't make any promises for the people on the other bus, but I'm pretty sure they were alright too."

A woman in the back stood up. "I heard that you had a lot of your clothes re-done, rather than just buying new ones. Why did you do that?"

"Well, to be honest, I couldn't afford new clothes. Right before I started the tour with Edward Cullen and Isaac's Prodigy, I had lost my job. I used what little I had in my savings account to pay the bills that were going to come due while I was gone, so I couldn't afford new clothes. My good friend, Alice Whitlock, helped me change old boring clothes that I had stuffed in the back of my closet into something more suitable for this tour. I don't know what I would have done without her. She's the best."

"I heard that you attended a lot of charity events with Edward Cullen. Did you get to choose which programs you helped raise money for?"

"No," I pointed out. "Edward Cullen's people did all of the research on the different charitable organizations and made all of the arrangements for both of us. There was a calendar posted on the wall in the tour bus that told me if I was going to be needed and what the event was raising money for. I'm very glad that I was allowed to be included. I got to meet some incredible people. It really opened my eyes to see how people make the best out of some of the toughest circumstances. I hope that I can continue to help out in the future and recommend that you do as well. Of course, you should always thoroughly check out any organization you are thinking about helping, whether you're donating money or volunteering assistance. Without volunteers, some of the organizations wouldn't be able to help the people that they do."

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Nope. I'm an only child. When I was a kid, I used to want a little brother, but it never happened. I think my parents thought I was a big enough handful."

"I heard that some celebrities are picky about their things, like they only want green M&Ms in their dressing room, or they have to have fresh cut flowers on their dressing table. Do you have anything special you want before, during, or after a performance?"

I laughed, "No, not at all. I'm lucky if I even get a dressing room. Most of the time, I just get ready on the bus. I guess my only requirement is that people not be moving the bus too much while I'm trying to put on eyeliner and mascara. Even then, that's not some diva-like demand, I promise you, it's purely a safety concern. I could put my eye out."

Everyone laughed.

A young girl said, "In one of your songs, you describe the inside of a jail cell. Have you ever been arrested?"

"No, and I don't plan to either. My dad is the police chief in the town where I'm from, so I have been down to the police station many times. It's a really small town, and any real criminals get transferred to the county facility, so the jail cells are usually empty. My dad used to let me play in the empty cells when my mom had to go to the doctor, or run errands when she couldn't take me with her."

"What is the worst thing you have ever done?"

"I got angry with my dad when I was a teenager and told him that I hated him. I will never forget the heartbroken look in his eyes as I stormed up to my room and slammed the door. Once we both calmed down, I apologized, but I could still tell that he was hurt. All he had ever done was try to take care of me and teach me to be a good person. He has always loved me, and even though he's not one to openly show affection, I still know without a doubt that he loves me." My heart still ached when I thought about how cruel I had been to the most wonderful man in my life.

"Were you very popular in school?"

I had to laugh at that one. "No, not really. I had a few friends, but I wasn't really popular. With my dad being chief of police, most of the kids were too intimidated by my dad to hang out with me. If they were having a party, they definitely didn't want to invite me, for fear that my dad would find out and show up. It got a little better when I went to college, but I was too busy with school work to socialize much."

"Why didn't you go to Europe with Edward Cullen?"

"First of all, I wasn't asked. The contract only included the US leg of the tour. Secondly, I don't have a passport, so I couldn't have gone even if I was invited. Third, I don't believe my CD has been released internationally yet, so no one over there would know who I was anyway."

"This is the last stop on your US tour. What do you plan on doing next?"

"I am going to go home, unpack, do laundry, and balance my checkbook. If that goes well, I'll pay bills and show my dad all the pictures I've taken. Then I will probably call my manager, Rosalie, to check in and see if she has anything that needs my attention. Next, I will probably call Jasper and Alice. I've written a few songs while I've been on the road, so I might spend some time in the studio with Jasper, working on them a little."

"Do you think you will make another CD?"

"I hope so. I don't have near enough music for a new CD yet, but I'm working on it," I said with a grin.

Jordan announced that we only had time for one more question. A girl up front raised her hand first, so the intern carried the microphone over to her.

"I found some pictures of you and Edward Cullen walking down the beach, holding hands. Do you love him?"

My heart clenched in my chest, and I could feel my stomach jump up into my throat. I smiled and let out a little laugh, trying to pretend that the question didn't bother me, while I came up with a polite answer. If I had been asked that question a week ago, while Edward and I were still together, I would have said "Absolutely." But after he snuck out without saying goodbye, the cold tone of the note that he left, and the fact that he has not contacted me at all since he disappeared, I wasn't sure how I felt anymore. Did I still love him? Unfortunately, yes. Did he love me back? I seriously doubted he could have ever loved me with the way he left things. You just don't do that to someone you love.

I gave the girl a wink and said, "Doesn't everyone love Edward Cullen? Seriously, I have seen 80 year old women swoon when he smiles in their direction. If you've ever seen him perform live, I'm sure you know what I mean. He is a phenomenal performer and not bad to look at either. On top of all that, he just raised millions of dollars for charities across the country, just because he wanted to help out. What's not to love about someone who does stuff like that?"

Jordan thanked me for taking time out of my busy schedule to spend time with my fans. I thanked him for inviting me and thanked all the fans for coming out and asking questions. I also thanked them for my fish, which had just made its way up to me, and told them that I hoped they enjoyed the show.

I took my fish with me. I was afraid that if I left it back stage it would walk off, so I sat it on the little platform where Nate's drums were sitting. He moved it so it was up front and everyone could see it. Before the show started, I had the backstage crew, security, and the merchandise salespeople sign my fish. It was cool.

The show was great. Since we all knew it was going to be our last one for a while, we really put our heart into it. The audience was having a blast, singing along and dancing. They stayed on their feet throughout the entire concert. We had decided to save "Dirty Boy" for the encore. After the set, I ran backstage for a drink of water and to check myself in the mirror before I went back on stage. Jordan stopped me on my way back to the stage and asked who was going to sing "Dirty Boy" with me. I told him that I usually get volunteers from the audience. He asked if he could do it. He said his listeners would really get a kick out of it. I thought it sounded like a good idea.

I went back on stage and let the band know what was going on. We did one of the other songs we saved for the encore first. When it was over, they started the music for "Dirty Boy." I started the song, and then Jordan came out and started singing with me. He was actually pretty good. We flirted with each other on the stage as the song progressed. When the song ended, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him before telling everyone goodnight. As we all walked off stage, to wait for everyone to clear out so we could pack up our equipment, Jordan asked if we would all be interested in stopping in at a bar for a few drinks before we headed to Seattle.

I was feeling pretty tired, but everyone else seemed eager to celebrate the end of a successful mini-tour, so I gave in and agreed on the condition that we all get cleaned up first. We were all sweaty from the show. I didn't want to show up in some bar smelling like a locker room. Jordan said he would call for a limo and meet us outside. We headed out to the bus for clean clothes then went back inside to pack up our stuff and use the dressing room showers to get cleaned up. Jordan was sitting outside in a black stretch limo when we came outside, just like he said he would.

He held the door open while we all piled in. Bree was giggling because she had never been inside a limo before. She took a seat and Riley climbed in to sit beside her. He smiled at her reaction to everything. I sat between Nate and Jordan. Twix climbed in and sat beside Riley. Felix had decided to stay with the bus and get some sleep while we partied because he was planning on driving through the night to get us home in the morning.

As the car pulled away from the curb, Nate said, "Jordan, you don't think it's going to be a problem getting Bree in, do you? She's only 19."

"No. I know the owner. He won't have a problem letting her in. He won't serve her alcohol, though."

Bree shrugged her shoulders. "That's no problem. I don't really drink anyway. I just like hanging out with everyone. I'll just drink root beer, if they have it."

The bar wasn't that far from where we played. It was what I would classify as an upscale dump. The building looked old, the floors were scuffed and worn, the wood of the bar looked scarred by years of abuse, but it had been covered with a thick coat of varnish, making it look shiny and clean. The bar stools looked new. There were old looking tables with old lighting fixtures hanging over them. The chairs looked just as old as the tables, but they were in good condition and had recently been reupholstered to make them look better. The walls were covered in old photographs and old neon beer signs, but the walls had been freshly painted.

The most interesting thing about the place was the crowd. It was an eclectic mix of old and young, just like the bar itself. Most were dressed up, but some were dressed casually. There were three bartenders working at a large U shaped bar against the back wall. They did that thing where they tossed bottles in the air in a fancy way when making the bar's specialty cocktails. It was fun to watch.

Jordan got us a table near the bar, so we could watch the bartenders do their thing. Bree couldn't take her eyes off of the bartender. I had to admit, he was pretty handsome. I could see Riley getting more and more irritated the longer she ignored him. I hoped that this little dose of jealousy would finally open his eyes to the fact that she had other options and wasn't going to wait forever for him to pull the stick out of his ass.

The waitress took our drink order and checked our IDs. Bree ordered a root beer, just like she said she would. When the waitress came back with our drinks, Bree's root beer came with an icy beer mug that had pink string of plastic beads wrapped around it. Bree took the beads off of the mug and wrapped them around her neck. When the second round of drinks came around, Bree's mug was wrapped with purple beads. By the time our third round of drinks came, Riley was about to explode with jealousy. If looks could kill, the bartender would have burst into flames from the looks Riley was giving him. The waitress brought our third round and gave Bree a mug wrapped in silver coin shaped beads. Tucked in the beads was a single red rosebud.

That was the last straw. Riley snatched Bree up from the table and dragged her out to the dance floor. There were quite a few people out there, but it wasn't crowded. They were playing oldies that everyone could sing along with. As they reached the dance floor, the song changed to something a little slower. Riley pulled her into his arms and held her close while they danced. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but from the look on Bree's face, she was quite irritated with his behavior. She appeared to be bitching at him and he looked sullen.

I noticed that I had been paying so much attention to Bree and Riley that I had been practically ignoring Jordan, who had been trying to talk to me all evening. I turned my back on the dance floor, and focused on what he was saying. He was telling a story about a band that gave a concert the previous summer. They had apparently gone to a street festival before the concert and gotten plastered. Jordan and his crew did everything they could to sober the band up before the show, but they still managed to make fools of themselves on stage.

"… and then the lead singer steps off stage right and throws up in a mop bucket right in the middle of the song! The audience thought it was a musical interlude or something because the band just kept playing. After he finished heaving his guts out, he went back on stage and finished the song like nothing happened."

Everyone was laughing at his story. I laughed too, even though I had no idea who he had been talking about. I made a mental note to ask Nate about it later. I pretended that I had been listening all along. I don't think anyone noticed that I was clueless, for which I was grateful.

By them time we climbed back into the limo and headed back to the bus, I was exhausted. I fell asleep in the limo and didn't wake up until it was time to get on the bus. I mumbled something to Felix and headed straight to my bunk. The next time I woke up, we were on the outskirts of Seattle.

A/N: First off, I want to apologize for this chapter being a little late. It was a crazy weekend. I also want to wish a Happy Halloween to all of you out there that celebrate it. I hope you had plenty of candy. I know I ate my share.

Next stop is Thanksgiving. We are thinking about getting a Turduckin this year. For those that are not familiar, it is a chicken breast stuffed inside a duck breast which is stuffed inside a turkey breast. It may sound strange, but it is really good.

Ok, now back to the important thing… the story. I know the last few chapters have rambled a lot, but I wanted to rush through the tour and get on to better things. What did you think about the tour? Do you think Edward is going to see pictures on the internet of Bella singing with Jordan and then sitting next to him at a bar after the show? Where do you think Edward has disappeared to?

I know… These are all questions that I should be answering. Hmmm. Maybe I'll have to do another outtake soon. Not right now, but soon. I'll have to think about it.

Well, it's getting late and all of the Trick-or-Treaters have finally gone home. We succeeded in handing out the last of the Halloween candy, so it's time to turn off the porch light and pretend to be asleep before the teenagers try to make a third round through the neighborhood. I am of the opinion that when you are old enough to get a job and pay for your own candy, you are old enough to stop going Trick-or-Treating. Just sayin'.

Good night everyone. Sweet dreams!