While Kevin was in the kitchen, someone knocked on the door. Thinking it best he answer it—he wouldn’t put it past his sir to greet whoever it was while still naked—Kevin called out that he’d get the door.
“Trick or treat!” A group of three kids called out. The youngest, a little girl, was decked out in a witch’s costume, which looked about three sizes too large for her. The pointy hat she wore kept slipping down her face. The other two kids—both boys—wore whatever the male equivalent of a witch was. The children were accompanied by a rather bored looking older boy, whose only concession to the spirit of Halloween was an illuminated plastic pumpkin, which he held in his right hand. No doubt he’d been press ganged into the task by one of the kids’ parents.
“Err, I’d forgotten it was Hall
