“A ballerina,” she said as she twirled in a circle. He dropped a piece of candy in her bag.
“And what are you supposed to be?” he asked the older woman who was wearing vampire teeth, had quotes pinned to her shirt, and was carrying a dictionary.
“I’m the Word Count,” the woman said with a thick, fake accent.
“Aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?”
“Probably, but I’m going to need all the chocolate I can get.”