NEIGHBOR: And what are you supposed to be, little boy? You don’t look like you’re dressed up at all.
GRAMMY: He’s the son of an atheist liberal.
NEIGHBOR: Oh, sorry. Here you go.
JULIUS: Thank you,
ME: What did he get, Grammy?
GRAMMY: A bite-sized Hershey’s bar.
ME: And what’s the address.
GRAMMY: 27 Candykiller lane.
ME: Grammy, this isn’t funny.
GRAMMY: No. It’s not. The boy spends two hours in the freezing cold with no costume, and all he gets are bite-sized bits of fake chocolate. Talk about having a lousy day. Lord, I remember when chocolate was real and came in bars as long as your hand.
JULIUS (looking in bag) It’s not real?
GRAMMY: Well, it’s real. It exists. But it’s not really real. Not the chocolate. Know what I mean?
JULIUS: No.
GRAMMY: No. I guess not. Kinda like trying to explain color to a blind man. Oh well. At least there’s an up side. If someone is trying to poison you, there won’t be enough here to kill you.
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