This year we got 14.
I'm bummed out.
We had old comics this year, in addition to the candy and toys, cast-offs from John's collection of cheap reading copies of relatively worthless titles. I had a graveyard theme going this year, and I was a Ghost Bride. My not-terribly-successful makeup was the end result of buying Halloween makeup from three different stores. I bought a $9 shirt today to go with the skirt that's now too big for me. I was up until 3:30 AM last night, bagging candy and putting up the decor inside and outside the alcove.
And 14 people collected their comics and toys and candy, while the Assembly of God church across the street blared out raffle numbers at its competing "Fall Festival."
The Ghost Bride mostly waited in vain.
"Raise your arms!" John ordered during the traditional
end-of-Halloween-night photo shoot.
End of the night. The makeup was much the worse for wear,
especially after eating dinner perched on a stool outside.