"Ho, ho, ho! Give me trick!" Kolya nodded enthusiastically.
"What is it, this treating?" Natasha leaned in and put her hand on my leg to ask this. I stood up to reach for the mango banana tea and to get her damn hand off my leg.
"Well, you have to say 'trick or treat' when you go from house to house, and then the people there give you candy." For an instant I remembered that scratchy old film they used to show us about trick or treating in grammar school and thought about giving Natasha a nice juicy apple with a razor blade in it.
"Is there a feast?" Yulia asked.
"Nency, is it true there is a big family gathering with pie? When I spent three weeks in America there was a great holiday with a great feast and all the family traveled to be there. This is American holiday."
"Wrong holiday. This one's just about costumes and candy, mostly. Getting as much candy as you can, then pigging out until you feel sick."
No one knew what to say about that.
"Let us then share our candy!" Natasha broke the silence and placed misha kosolyapi chocolates on everyone's saucers. It was 10 in the morning, I was being forced to eat chocolate and drink heinous tea while wearing a tightly fitting plastic Hamburgler mask that was going to leave marks around my eyes if I dared take it off.
"I like it, this holiday!" Natasha decided.
"Yes! Let us from now do the Helloween every year!"
"Uraaa!" the three of them cheered in chorus.
Jason and Freddy are kids' stuff. This was the scariest Halloween ever.