The Halloween sky pours rain. Sitting on my porch in my unseasonable pink crepe paper flower headdress and my raincoat, I haven't had too many visitors—two Spidermen, a fairy, a tiny witch, a quilted green dinosaur. This little family is one parent down at the sidewalk and, up on my steps, a small unicorn and an older kid, maybe elevenish?, wearing a plushy light pink and purple sweater that might be part of a costume and might just be a sweater.
The unicorn has taken her pick and is standing aside as her sibling peers down into my bowl. I have all the basics: peanut butter cups, M&Ms, Snickers, Almond Joys.
The kid in the pink and purple sweater picks up a tiny package in bright blue. "Hmm," very thoughtfully, "I've never had a Joy before." They drop it and hunt around a bit, talking as they go, finally returning to it. "There's really nothing in here that I haven't tried before. Except Joy."
