Page 65 of My Undead Heart

“Mmm hmm... Remind me to find you a picture of the time my eighty-year old grandma dressed up as Catwoman. You may rethink your position.”

He shudders and I can’t help but giggle. The laughter and festive chatter from the other room reaches us in the kitchen but Matt doesn’t make a move to re-join the party. He seems to enjoy our one-on-one conversation as much as I am so I continue our little Q & A.

“So, while we’re on the topic, let’s talk favorite holidays.”

“I am going to take a wild guess that yours is Halloween.” He grins.

“While I don’t normally like to conform to stereotypes, I’m glad you’ve been paying attention enough to take an educated guess. And yes, Halloween is my favorite holiday. But what’s yours?”

“Nowthatyou’ll never guess.”

“Challenge accepted. You’re more predictable than you like to let on.”

“Hmm... We’ll see. Guess.”

“Christmas.”

“Nope.”

“Fourth of July.”

“Not even close.”

“Oh! I know! It’s all about the food. Thanksgiving.”

“Try again, sister.”

“Wow, you are really throwing me for a loop here.”

“I’m sorry, all I hear is blah blah blah, you still can’t figure it out.”

“At least tell me the month.”

“Fine. February.”

“Oh, hell no! You can’t be a Valentine’s guy?”

“Why? Because I’m big and strong and like to beat people up?”

“Well, yeah. That and it’s so romantic. It’s disappointing, really.”

“Good thing you guessed wrong, then. Give up yet?”

“There’s no other holiday in February!”

“Sure there is.”

“Wait. President’s Day?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, just tell me.”

“Groundhog Day.”

“Punxsutawney Phil? What’s so special about a gopher predicting the weather? Of all the possibilities, why is that yours?”

“Groundhog. Not gopher.” He actually appears offended, his face scrunching up with his words. “It’s a great holiday. Probably one of the most underappreciated of all awesome days, not to mention one of the most epic Bill Murray films of all times. You ask me why, but the better question is how can younotlove Groundhog Day?”

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