CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Three pumpkins sat on the kitchen tabletop in a row, each plucked from Daniel’s garden. His and Chantelle’s were both very large. Emily herself had opted for the smaller of the three, knowing it would take significantly less effort to scoop out the insides and pierce through the flesh with her scalpel.
“What are you going to carve?” Emily asked Chantelle.
The little girl shrugged. She was dressed in black leggings and a large sweater with a kitten on the front.
“How about a cat?” Emily suggested.
“That’s not very spooky,” Chantelle contested.
“What about a cat with fangs?” Emily said.
Chantelle began to giggle. Daniel got to work carving through the thick bits of skin before scooping out the middle for Chantelle. Then he began on his own pumpkin.
“I think I’ll do a
