A party invitation popped in my mailbox. I don't often get invited to these sort of things. I took my siccors and opened the red letter. It read, "Dear friends, I hope this letter finds you in good health. You are invited to a masquerade party. I am pleased to say that there will be entertainment, wine, and much more. The party is on December 1st. Please come to Fisher House, 615 Esther St, Vancouver, WA 18669 at 6pm." I read and read. I was sure I wasn't going! It was tonight! There's no way I was going. It was too late to even pick up a costume. Besides, my wife wasn't feeling well. My wife walked out. "Whats that?" She said quietly. "A letter." I replied. She looked at me, annoyed. "Whats the letter say?" She said, persistent. I sighed, knowing she would want to go. I slowly handed her the letter. Her face lights up quickly as she reads. "Let's go!" She quickly says. I sighed and got dressed in a nice suit. Malia handed me a nice hand-made mask. She was in a lovely dress with hand sewed jewels. Oh great.
