I had just finished my dinner and was trying to decide how I’d handle the evening when I heard a loud knock on the door. Walking to the front of the house I couldn’t see anybody in the drive or parked on the road. Nobody had driven away either. I assumed that whoever had knocked must have walked to the house.
I stood for a minute, looking out the window, but there was nothing. As soon as I turned my back on the door, the knock came again. I spun around and opened it, yet there was nobody on the doorstep or any place else that I could see. I walked onto the porch and then down to the drive. I looked around. Not a living soul was around.
Going back into the house I discovered a card on the porch by the door. I picked it up and read it.
“You are cordially invited to a Ball at the Goode House on Buck’s Road. Tonight. At Dusk. M.G.”
Martha had told me that I could only go to her house if invited. In my wildest dreams I never expected such a formal invitation.
It was about 7 PM. I am not a meteorologist nor an astronomer, so I wasn’t 100% certain of the exact definition of “dusk”. I tried to remember the last few evenings but broke down and did a couple of quick searches to come up with a down and dirty estimate. The sun should set around 20 minutes before 8:00, and it would be dark someplace between 8:00 and 8:15. What exactly is dusk, then? I figured that if I was up there around 7:45, 8:00 at the latest, I’d be set.
That gave me time to do the dishes and send a Lyndsey a text, “Don’t be jealous, have a date with a ghost ;)” She sent back, “Sounds fun, but you be good! Or is it Goode?” I sent back, “I’ll be a good boy and tell you all about it on Sunday. Have fun this weekend!” She sent, “Thanks! Talk Later”.
I still had a minute and tried to decide if I should wear formal attire. I laughed at myself. What was men’s formal attire in 1821? I had no idea but knew I didn’t have it. Perhaps if I had a tux I could find a top hat and fake it, but I didn’t own a tux. I shrugged my shoulders. If Martha had an issue with jeans, she’d have said something on the card.
I couldn’t put it off any longer. It was about 20 till 8 PM when I got in my car.
I was nervous as I drove up the hill from the village to the mansion. I had a feeling that this was it, the event that would make or break everything.