Wanda swore she had been tricked by some kid on Halloween. They were supposed to come once to her house, ONCE. Yet the anonymous eight-year olds in their Yu-Gi-Oh and Scream and Batman outfits came by again and again, the same store-bought costumes, the same distant parents back on the sidewalk waving. How did she know they weren’t the same three kids coming by over and over again? And it had been like this for years, all of these masked kids stuffing her candy in their mouths. That was why she had opened up the miniature Hershey bars and painted them with some stuff she found under her sink. This way, if she saw them come back, she’d know it was different kids, because the ones the first time out would be sick. Sure enough, no more Screams or Yu-Gi-Ohs showed up at her house that night. Or on any other Halloween, for that matter. Word got out that Wanda was not one to be tricked.