The trick-or-treaters who came to Harper’s Chocolates wouldn’t find any name brand candy—Genevieve refused to sell KitKats, Reese’s Peanutbutter Cups, Hershey bars, and other popular chocolates when she felt that her homemade recipes were far superior. While her employees had worked the register that day, she had been in the back of the store fixing up goody bags of her own assorted chocolates, and took care to label which ones had potential allergens like peanuts or coconut. She didn’t want anyone having a bad reaction!
The store closed at 5 o’clock sharp to give them some time to redecorate the place. At 5:30 it reopened its doors—which, in that half hour, had been made to look more spooky. A skeleton hung from the front door, and inside, the quaint little shop had been transformed with spiderwebs and orange lights. Fake rats and spiders sat atop the display cases, and a bat swirled around on the ceiling fan.
“Welcome, welcome!” said Genevieve, who had decided, at the last minute, that she wanted to dress in costume. She was still wearing the day’s clothes—a freshly pressed white blouse and black slacks—but had added a rusty orange scarf, and she had changed her makeup so that she looked like a deer. White spots freckled her face, and her nose, eyebrows, and eyelids were heavy accented in black. And in her hair, which was let down from its typical bun, she had used bobby pins to secure a pair of twigs, which were meant to be her antlers.
“Oh, that’s a lovely costume!” she said to the trick-or-treaters who came into the store.
The store closed at 5 o’clock sharp to give them some time to redecorate the place. At 5:30 it reopened its doors—which, in that half hour, had been made to look more spooky. A skeleton hung from the front door, and inside, the quaint little shop had been transformed with spiderwebs and orange lights. Fake rats and spiders sat atop the display cases, and a bat swirled around on the ceiling fan.
“Welcome, welcome!” said Genevieve, who had decided, at the last minute, that she wanted to dress in costume. She was still wearing the day’s clothes—a freshly pressed white blouse and black slacks—but had added a rusty orange scarf, and she had changed her makeup so that she looked like a deer. White spots freckled her face, and her nose, eyebrows, and eyelids were heavy accented in black. And in her hair, which was let down from its typical bun, she had used bobby pins to secure a pair of twigs, which were meant to be her antlers.
“Oh, that’s a lovely costume!” she said to the trick-or-treaters who came into the store.
