“The rules were clear. Those same unwritten rules that everyone followed… no one’s door opened after eight on Halloween night, no matter who was knocking. No one wanted to risk making an exception, not even Richard, the most generous man in town. “If Richard had seen me wandering through his lawn, he would have let me in with open arms, but that was why I stayed hidden near the bushes. Like everyone else in town, he embraced a poor housewife without an education in good faith. That’s how ordinary people were supposed to be, hovering around the kitchen, the kids, and the toaster, watching Selena Gomez gossip and losing track of time, indulging their emotions and letting them wax and wane with each passing moon. And just like the mediocre and awkward protagonists of those TV shows. It’s as

