I. Entry 2 – Convincing the amateur fashion designer to help a brawdar man out.

"Whatever it is…" Hannah said from behind the chain-latched door, "the answer is-."

"Maybe."

"Probably not, actually. But go on."

"I need a costume." I said with a desperate look, "And I know you do those plays-."

"Reenactments!" My seventeen-year-old sister declared. "Religious reenactments, Sid."

"Right, right. I need a-."

"Reproduction."

"Right. I need a 'reproduction' of a superhero costume with all of the following…"

Hannah snagged the list from me and scanned it over quickly, "Skulls, flaming arrows…"

"So," I crammed my boot through the door before she slammed it. "How's Scud?"

She gave me an annoyed look and crossed her arms, "Stuffed. He always ate like a cow."

"Can I see'im?"

"Why?"

"Please."

"Oh, God, fine. I'll get to work on this but you're paying full-price."

"Sweet." I said as she unlatched the door to our old house and let me in, "Hate ya, sis."

"Can't stand ya, bro." Hannah replied and sauntered into the backroom.

"Where's the rents?"

"Where they always are, Sid." She called out exaggeratedly, "And keep your mitts off of my reproductions, I need to see if I even have the right materials. Plant it and shut it bro."

"So loving!" I called.

"So caring!" My sister called back.

"Oh, there ya are Scuddy." I rubbed the head of my dog that had died eight years ago.

"Well," Hannah came out, "This is the best I could do."

"Hannah, what've you done!"

I looked at myself in the mirror.

"You're the one with the toy fix."

"At least it's a useful fix, dang it." I argued, in the mirror I had on a cowboy suit. It had a pink velvet vest, a sunflower sheriff bag, sunflower-lined white hat with pink trim, a kind of yellow-lined white shirt with long sleeves, crotch – strangling black jeans and leathery white cowboy boots – with sunflower spurs (-_-). "Hell if I'm gonna wear this, Hannah."

"I tried." She shrugged.

"You failed. Ugh! Forget it, I'm just gonna trick out my vagabond threads and roll."

"Take it easy, you're so sleazy."

"Good luck, you suck."

We hugged briefly and I left.

There was only so much time I had before I was going to make my first strike.

That night. Muuuwwwahahaha!

To be continued…