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over there is . . . I’m not sure what he is. He told me, but I
can’t remember. Some sort of alien from Star Wars . Anyway,
that girl over there by Oly is Rainbow Brite , another
cartoon, and her name is Rachel. Okay, there’s more, but I can’t
keep everyone straight, so just ask them when you go say
hello.”
    Alexander pulled her in close. “Thanks for this.” He
whispered into her neck. “I’ve, well, we’ve , never had a big
party like this for our birthdays.”
    “I know. That’s why I agreed to it.” She got on the
tips of her toes and gave him a light kiss on the mouth and then
his cheek. They had made their way around and were now by Oliver
and Heather. “Hey, Oliver! Were you really surprised?”
    “Yes. Very surprised. Thanks again, Jill.”
    “It wasn’t all me. Actually, it really wasn’t me at
all.” She gestured over at Heather, who stood right next to Oliver.
“It was mostly Heather. Remember, I wasn’t around in the eighties
or nineties. I was stuck with you two bullies on Onion Island.”
    “I know. Heather has been going costume by costume
trying to explain what people are dressed as and who they are for
that matter. The eighties were confusing. I’m glad we missed them.”
Oliver laughed.
    “I have costumes for you two. Come on.” Jill led
them to her bedroom.
    “Y’all have to wear these. No matter what. You
promise?”
    The twins looked at each other, concerned.
    “Come on, guys. Promise?” Heather whined some more,
using all the southern charm in her arsenal to get them to agree,
which they did—reluctantly. Heather pulled out two bags from Jill’s
closet and handed one to each twin. “Jill went through a lot of
trouble, so no pouting.” Heather handed them bags.
    “Wait, what are you supposed to be?” Alexander
reached over to Heather to grab one of the cones, but Oliver
slapped his hand away as he was about to squeeze.
    “Madonna. My God, you guys really are clueless.”
Heather rolled her eyes and continued, As I was saying, these are
your costumes.”
    “What are they?” Alexander asked.
    “Heather over there wanted to dress you two up as
raisins, but—”
    “Raisins! Hell no! I’m not going to dress as a—”
Oliver argued.
    “Raisins? What was going on in the eighties?”
Alexander asked.
    “Yes, they were called California Raisins. There was
a song and everything. It was very catchy,” Heather said. “But,
Jill said you two wouldn’t want to play along, so she was able to
save you. Xander, you’ll be Rambo, and you, Oliver, will be
He-Man.”
    “It made more sense when she was going to be
She-Ra,” Jill interjected.
    Oliver looked completely confused. “She-what? Oh,
never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’m sure whatever is in this bag
will suck for me no matter what.” He warily opened the small bag
that consisted of his entire costume. “Oh no. No fucking way! This
is a loin cloth.” Oliver frowned.
    “Like I said, it made more sense when Heather had
planned her She-Ra costume. Then she changed to Madonna without
telling me. It’s still a good costume. Come on. You can totally
pull it off. You’re tall and blond.”
    “Yeah, sugar, just like He-Man.” Heather smiled.
    Alexander was admiring his costume. “Oh, this isn’t
so bad. I know this guy. I’ve even seen the movie. Give me that
bag. I’ll change in here. You,” he pointed to Oliver and Heather,
“out. Go change in the bathroom or in Heather’s room or something.”
Alexander pushed Heather and Oliver out of the room, and as Jill
was about to leave too, he pulled her inside before closing the
door behind her.
    “You don’t need my help, Xander. I think you’re
perfectly capable of changing all on your own.”
    “I do so need your help. Come here. I need you to
show me how to unbuckle these.” He handed her the camouflage pants,
and as she fumbled to get them open, Alexander planted small kisses
along Jill’s neck, moving his way down to the swells of her