The Hockey player's submissive professor
This time the sheet was inside out and the eye holes were in the wrong place.
“Trick or treat!”
I opened the door, hands on hips. “Alright, Casper, this is the third time. I’m starting to think you just like me.”
Tiny muffled voice: “You give the best candy…”
I crouched down, pulled the sheet off, and there was eight-year-old Timmy from two ranches over, cheeks stuffed with chocolate, looking guilty as sin.
“Timothy James, does your mama know you’re working the same house like it’s a full-time job?”