Marla knows it is Halloween
and demands we trick or treat
for sweets
along the street
like little children.
It is beyond embarrassing,
the two of us in heavy eyeshadow
and not much else spooky
apart from lip liner
like blood
trickling down
our chins.
But we fill a basket with gum
and chocolate
and lollipops
and chews,
and once we are sitting to watch the news,
the humiliation,
the snickers, stares and furrowed brows
somehow seem worth it.