“Trick or treat!” rang up and down the street, the gleeful cry for candy echoing across the purpling sky. Mark and Starr were nominally in charge of a band of about twelve kids, including Penelope Buchwalder’s brood and Jarrett’s ride-or-die Matteo, but this mainly entailed cruising down the sidewalk while the kids careened heedlessly from door to door like costumed pinballs. Mark and Starr had spirit, sure they did, but Lifeguard and Shark suited their level of commitment perfectly. Mark wasn’t really about masks or makeup, but a tank top, a whistle, and a dab of zinc oxide he could pull together. Starr roamed alongside him in gray joggers and a gray hoodie, wearing a painted foam dorsal fin like a backpack. Jory had jumped into this theme, and scurried from house to house in his swim tru
