Lou

I was standing there with Ralph and Jesus in front of the mirror and got this great idea. “Know what we should do for Halloween, Ralph? Go as the children of Fatima. You know? You could be the brother and I could be the...what’s the matter? What’s wrong with that?”

He was looking at me in the mirror with his mouth to one side—Mom’s look. “This isn’t trick-or-treat,” he said. “We’re not playing dress-up here.” He gave a big sigh and went walking around the room again, in his Francisco hat. “This is serious, Lou. Serious.”

“Okay, okay.” He didn’t have to get all mad.

Anyway, nobody would probably even know who we were. They’d open their door and say, Who are you two supposed to be?

—The children of Fatima, who do you think?

—The children of what?

—Of Fatima! The children of Fatima!

—Oh. Here’s your candy.

—Keep your candy.