It's finally Halloween and my mother's home was selected as the meeting place for Parents Against Pedophiles, Predators And Proselytizers. There were about 70 people in our house, walking around, talking, planning, drinking punch that my Uncle Deet had made. Our cat, Sprinkle was under a bed or maybe up a tree in the backyard. I wished I was there too. I recognized Mr. Glosser right away. Glosser was my principal when I attended St. Mary's three years ago. I had to drop out because of my illness. I was still quite weak and no longer attended school of any kind and my mother didn't care. She saw that I was reading Will & Ariel Durant history books. She saw my initiative and didn't want to stand in the way. I followed Mr. Glosser around our house. He never saw me. But I saw him. He did something unusual. Unusual in a way that I've always remembered it. I carry it around with me like a locket. He would pick up little cheese squares from the dining table which was littered with pot-luck plates and smell each one, walk away, with a square still in between his fingers, walk out onto the back porch, check to see if anyone was watching and then move his hand down the back of his trousers and lodge the piece of cheese somewhere down there...presumably holding it there somehow. I watched his wingtips and the bottoms of his trouser legs and I never saw them fall out.