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was crazy.
    At least not everyone wore a sexy costume. Plenty wore the obvious, overdone witch look—faces painted green, long, thin, wart-covered noses, and pointy hats.
    Oh, the hat. Now this was where the townies got clever. Black ones, purple ones, red with black lace ones and the best one yet, lime green and black striped that matched the tights the women wore. Yes, a group of them. A senior citizen group, that, from the look of their arthritic knuckles clutching straw broomsticks, probably made their way over on a bus from the local nursing home.
    But hey, at least they weren’t the ones in the corsets and G-strings.
    Because I was a baby when my dad passed away, I didn’t remember him at all. But the fact that he grew up here, blew me away. The fact that a town like this actually existed, blew me away.
    Compared to everyone else, I kept it low-key for the start of Settler’s Days. As in off the crazy radar low-key. The plain t-shirt and jeans I threw on earlier actually stuck out among the crowd.
    Rose and Drake seemed normal. Cool even. Everyone else? Not so much. Of course, maybe it would’ve been different if the first time I met them they weren’t dressed in hick-town witch costumes. Maybe if they pretended to be regular people, I wouldn't have been forced to give them a nickname.
    The Crazies. That’s right. The Crazies.
    I picked up the pace, dodging Crazies strewn out on blankets, and tried to see over stupid hats. Earlier, Drake and I arranged to meet by the concession stands, which I saw on the way into town. Getting to them was another issue. They were sandwiched in between booths, with massive amounts of people milling about. I bounced around like a pinball trying to avoid any kind of contact with a Crazy.
    Finally, I broke through and spotted Drake near a hotdog stand. Well, tonight, he was Drake-the-Wizard.
    “What are you wearing?” he asked, a playful smile pulling at his lips.
    Seriously? I should be asking him that. “What?” I shrugged, pulling at my solid blue t-shirt.
    “I told you to wear something witchy.”
    I pointed at his hooded black cloak. “And I told you I wouldn’t be seen with you if you dressed like that .”
    “Rose asked me to bring you here and I refuse to let you make me look like a dork.” Drake took me by the shoulders and spun me around. His breath warmed my ear in the cool evening air. “Take a look. You’re the one that looks out of place.”
    I scanned the crowd even though I already knew I was out of place. “It’s not like it’s Halloween or anything and I don't think you need help looking like a dork.”
    He ignored the jibe. “It’s better than Halloween.” Drake pushed me toward a souvenir table. “Were you not listening earlier? I told you this is about our town history, Sarah. Not some holiday where you get candy.”
    He pointed out a black shirt with an evil witch face that read Settler’s Day Fest . I reached out to finger the material. I really didn’t get why they wanted to celebrate their town being so hysteric over nothing. Hello. Hadn’t they ever heard of Salem, Massachusetts? Innocent people died there.
    “Don’t you think this is kind of corny?”
    “No.” Drake took out his wallet and handed the woman behind the table a twenty.
    I protested, shaking my head and stepping backward, away from the cheesy witch stuff. Too late. The woman glared and threw the shirt to Drake.
    He held up the shirt. “It’s so you can really get into it. It’ll be more fun.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Listen…”
    Drake tossed the shirt at my face. “Get over yourself, put the shirt on and let’s go have some fun.”
    I scowled and tugged the witch shirt over my head.
    He smiled a big, beautiful smile and put his arm around me. “Look. It’s even glow-in-the-dark. Now that’s hot.”
    I shoved him playfully and ran my hands through my hair. “I thought boys from Virginia were supposed to be southern gentleman.”
    “I am.” Drake smothered me