The doorbell rings, alerting us to the pizza delivery man as the house is a flurry with Halloween excitement. Wings and glitter, vampire makeup and fake blood and long black nails scatter the table, as my Aunt is patiently braiding our little Indian's hair.
Stepping back to view her handy work, Auntie declares her thought process.
"You know, I've been thinkin. I want to trick or treat. Heck, if homosexuals can get married and our country is borrowing money from the Chinese, grownups should be allowed to trick or treat."
A LTTLE BIT OF IVEY
