“Absolutely.”
Mason helped her scoop out the seeds while Harper made new cardboard gravestones for the lawn.
When Lucy finished carving, she held up a pumpkin with crooked, pointed teeth.
She carried it outside, holding it carefully with both hands.
“This one’s going to scare everybody,” she announced.
“I think it might,” I said.
She carried it outside, holding it carefully with both hands.
Then she set it beside our front door, straightened it until it faced the street, and went back inside without looking over her shoulder.