In a small college town like Beige, Halloween is different from how it is in the suburban bedroom community of Domain. Back home, little kids prowl the streets from approximately five o’clock until nine, invading the normal sleepy routine of the neighborhood with their zombie-like candy demands.
(BTW, there was no Halloween celebration in the rabbit warren. Everyone down there is already ruled by fear throughout the year, so there’s no need of a special night to focus on it.)
Here at Bege, kids are in short supply and largely confined to the Family Housing Dorm which has its own self-contained Halloween parties. Otherwise, the offspring of university professors are the only ones going door to door with the classic trick-or-treating rituals, and sometimes I feel they’re all doing it ironically.
Nevertheless, we have our bowl of candy ready. Being nocturnal, we have to get up before we normally do in order to accommodate the first arrivals. Of course, the good news is that we still have that whole “day” ahead of us when it’s over.
I carved a pumpkin and stuck a number of my quills in it to make it look like me. I’m just not sure how to make one resemble Fenton.
Oops! There’s the doorbell!
