There was a cool rush of fall air, even here in the Big Easy. A girl could get lost in a place like this, no matter how much you resisted. I was sipping another bloody mary with my best friend, Abby. She was bored early this evening, I could read her small pale face no matter how much gothic goop she had plastered on it. Tonight Abby was a vampire. Plastic fangs and a nice flattering corset was on the ticket tonight. I had promised her I would join her for Halloween, and even crossed my. . .