Devil’s double
Mrs. Chavez opens the door and starts crying before Chris and I, have any time to yell: «trick or treat». Her chin trembles as well as her belly does.
—How could, how could you? — the bang of a slammed door on our noses and no candies.
—How are you going to pay me? — I ask Chris, a bit annoyed since I wasn’t wearing my own custom but his brother’s. I might have gotten more candies on my own.
This is the fourth time we stop in front of a door without results. It might be that the funeral was just two weeks ago… But that shouldn’t upset the neighbours as much. My hair is slightly darker than his and my crooked teeth can’t smile as cutely and innocently; greeting or good bying anyone. Chris’ twin, Kale, was the sweet angel of the pair.
We walk around the white fence of Mrs. Kelly to get to her door. Her yard has an army of beautiful happy mouths of scary pumpkins. «Trick or treat» we yell for her to open the door. She does and I can see that what used to be beautiful soft skin has sagged a lot from last autumn. That time when she opened the door she said:
— Hey, who are you? Are you the triplet of the Alexander kids?
— No mam. I’m new in the hood… I’m Irving Thompson
— Seriously? Where are you from?
— I can’t say the name but it is very cold. Super cold place!
— Right, well nice to meet you Irving, I’m Sandra Kelly. What would you like then? I have candies and healthy snacks
— Candies please
— Sure sweetie
Today, she barely looks at us with red eyes and whispers something only I can listen to: «Don’t touch Chris, Luzdel. Please» while she fills my bag with chocolate.
I thank her with a big smile.