A few days later, while they were having breakfast, Nicola started talking about Halloween.
“The Halloween night is almost here,” Nicola announced. “What did Iris do last year?”
“She went trick or treating, of course,” Alma answered.
“I took her,” Blake said from behind his newspaper. “If I remember correctly, she went like a bumblebee.”
That sweet memory brought a huge smile to Alma’s lips.
“Yes. And our Miss Iris was the cutest little bumblebee I ever saw.”
“I’m so sorry we cannot take her trick or treating this year,” Nicola said.
She carried the cup to the coffee pot and refilled it.
“She still hasn't gotten over the flu.”
“Nik… I might have an idea on how to save Miss Iris’s Halloween,” Albert intervened. “I need to pick up a few things from the grocery store. Why don't I get
