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Willow was sitting in the middle of the living room floor surrounded by boxes, with her clipboard beside her and decorations spread out everywhere as she tried to decide what belonged where.

I approached her. “Move over.”

Her forehead creased. “What?”

“Scoot over, girl! Let me help you!”

She stared at me before slowly looking toward the staircase and then back at me. “Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with my sister?”

I laughed. “Willow, it’s me!”

“No, because thirty minutes ago, my sister was standing in this same damn living room telling me she wasn’t contributing a damn thing to this party, not even a plastic fork, a napkin, or one lonely ice cube. And now you wanna help me decorate?”

“Yes.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What happened?”

I shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Lakelyn, don’t nothing me. Did somebody put something in your damn shower?”

I burst out laughing. “Girl, no!”

She continued staring at me while I tried my best to look innocent.

“Let’s just say, I had an epiphany.”

Her eyebrows rose. “An epiphany?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“About Halloween?”

“Yes.”

Willow slowly placed her clipboard down. “Okay…”

I folded my arms. “What? A girl can change her mind.”

She looked me up and down suspiciously before her eyes narrowed further. “Wait. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

I smiled. “That I’m coming to your party.”

She screamed. “Bitch, yessssssssss!”

I laughed as she jumped off the floor and grabbed me. “There is a God!”

Willow hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe.

“Willow!” I laughed, while trying to pry her off me.

She pulled back abruptly. “Wait! Are you coming for real? ’Cause I’m going to be real upset if this is one of them emotional little yeses that turns into a ‘girl, I changed my mind’ by breakfast.”

I chuckled. “No, girl. I’m coming. For real. And just to show you how serious I am, I’m even going to pay for anything else you need help with… and bless your bank account.”

Willow slowly tipped her face toward the ceiling like she had been fasting, praying, and pleading her case for seven days and seven nights and God had finally decided to answer her personally.

“There truly is a God!” she exclaimed, then focused back on me, grinning so hard her cheeks lifted. “But how many commas are we talking about? Enough for me to quit my job and go after my dream, or enough for me to quit my job, go after my dream, fail at it twice, reinvent myself, and still not have to clock back in? Because those are two very different levels of blessed.”