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Becca watched the children hurry away.
"Bad luck and witches," she murmured to Midnight. "Is that really what they think?" She scratched Midnight's chin, lost in thought. Becca hardly noticed trick'r'treaters passing her in the streets as she slowly made her way homeward.
Outside her house, there was a bright swath of light coming from her hallway. She had left her door open in her earlier panic, and it still sat slightly ajar, illuminating the dark street below with a soft glow. Becca closed the door, and the street was dark again.
"They don't understand at all, do they?" She put Midnight on the ground and checked her candy bowl. The trick'r'treaters had helped themselves in her absence. Becca didn't mind. She had bought the candy to give away, and the children were more than welcome to it. She refilled the bowl with her last bag of chocolate. But there was another treat still hidden in a cupboard in the kitchen. A special treat.
Becca opened the cabinet. A plate of white cupcakes glistened on the shelf. Sugar leaves sparkled on top of each cupcake.
"It's a special recipie, Midnight. Twenty-four cupcakes. All of them special, but one more than the others. One is very special. It was hard to do, but it's time." She added wistfully, "Yes. It's time."
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