Julie and Romeo Get Lucky
Chapter One
I heard the Candyman's voice as soon as I opened
the door.
"Who can make the sun shine?" he asked.
Romeo leaned in close to me, whispered against
the back of my neck, "He's in there."
It was October in Somerville, Massachusetts, and
fall was whipping around us with flat orange
leaves cutting through the cool orange light of
late afternoon. I was going into my house with
the man that I loved, that man I was too old to
call my boyfriend and too square to call my
lover. The man I thought of always as my good
fortune, Romeo.
But the Candyman stopped me cold. It was a
visceral reaction. Every time I heard him, I
wanted to run screaming down the street.
"Sprinkle it with dew," the Candyman sang.
I closed my eyes and panted a little, a
technique I used to help quell nausea. The
thought of all that candy - which had seemed
like such a charming childhood fantasy, when I
first saw the movie in 1971 - now left me
feeling like a six-year-old at ten o'clock on
Halloween night. But it wasn't just the candy,
it was the movie itself: the insipid singing,
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