�I think I�ll take them. How much?� I walk over to the register with the box of shoes. Fraser walks around to the other side of the counter. He rings in the price.
�4, 9, 8� hey what�s that on your arm?� He asks with a puzzled look on his face.
�What? Oh, this?� I point to the numbers written on my arm.
�Yeah, this is my pin number for my bank account. I just got a new one today.�
�That�s not the best place to keep a pin number, now don�t you think?�
�I know, but I have the worst memory. I had a terrible accident when I was younger and I�ve had trouble remembering things since that day. I can remember every thing before that day, but after that it gets kinda sketchy. Once in a while I get memory lapses and I can�t remember what I was doing or what I�ve done for a couple of hours. Once I forgot an entire day. I knew it happened and friends told me they saw me and talked to me, but I�ll be damned if I can remember it. Hell, by the time I leave here I may not even remember your name Frank.�
�Umm� my name is Fraser.�
�I know. I�m just fooling with you.� We laugh together as I finish paying for my shoes. I put them on and lace them up.
Fraser stops laughing and asks me �Were you serious about your memory being messed up though?�
�Yes� almost deadly serious.� Fraser nervously laughs off my comment and sees me to the door.
�Take care now.� He tells me as I open the door.
�Good luck with the store, Fraser. It�s been nice meeting you.� I give a flick of the wrist wave and walk out the door.
The bright sunlight hurts my eyes as I look out into the street. I begin walking toward home, when I notice that my shoes aren�t squeaking. I look and realize I am wearing new shoes.
�Where did there come from? I hope I didn�t forget to pay for them.� I look around and see Fraser�s Family Footwear is behind me. I look inside and see a man is waving at me and smiling. I put on a smile and wave back. Guess I paid for them.
As we walk home it gets foggy. The darkness and the street lights make an eerie orange glow in the air. You can see little glowing faces in the windows of the houses lining the street. All the jack-o-lanterns still lit. There are still some people trick-or-treating, but our numbers are getting low.
I wonder if your mom and dad are still going to have fireworks when we get back to your place. I hope so.�
�I don�t know San, me too. They probably will. They bought a lot this year. I can�t see them letting them go to waste. Besides have you ever seen fireworks in the fog?�
�No.� Sam and Jenny both answered together.
�I have. It is even better than normal fire works. You�ll see.�
My dad is still walking behind us. However he is a litter closer now because it is getting so late. I hoped he wouldn�t get to close though. I still didn�t want my friends to see him. Sam is looking through his treats trying to find something to snake on. As he is digging in the bag Jenny warns him, �We�re supposed to wait till we get home, so we don�t end up eating razor blades or something.�
�That�s just a lie our parents tell us so they can snack on some of our candy while they,� Sam deepens his voice trying to sound like his father.
��Check it out.��
�It�s true, Sam. It could happen. You don�t know if here�s a weirdo or something giving you those treats.�
�Man, I am glad I don�t have a girlfriend.� I say fake wiping the imaginary sweat off my forehead.
�I�d never get to have any fun.�
�You shut up! We do have fun, don�t we, Sam?�
�Umm� yeah� I suppose.�
�What? You suppose? You�re supposed to say �Yes!�� Jenny walks faster away from us acting like she is mad. Sam and I stand for a moment and I look at him.
�Why do you go out with her? What�s the point? I don�t get it. Is she like this all the time?�
�Yeah, pretty much.�
�Then why bother?�
�The smell, man. It�s the way she smells.�
�What?� Sam doesn�t answer me and jogs to catch up to Jenny. I start to jog.
I am coming up to an intersection my new shoes are feeling pretty comfortable. I could walk for miles in these. Looking across the street I see the �Don�t Walk� man glaring at me.