The trick or treaters continually interrupted us at the front door, and it became an irritant. My brother – uncharacteristically – kept offering to answer it. He was 14 years old and usually had something going on to entertain himself.
At some point I realized that he was behaving in a manner I considered suspicious. I’d been his victim on many occasions, so I knew the signs. I decided to secretly follow him the next time the doorbell rang.
I hid around the corner to watch. Through the open front door I saw a young father, at the foot of the driveway, waiting for his two small children. I heard my brother say, “Hold out your hands and I’ll give you a treat.”
The children, a 3-year-old boy and a 4-year-old girl, were at our front door holding their tiny little hands, cupped together, out to my brother. He was pouring honey from a jar into the outstretched hands of the small boy. The little girl was watching with a very concerned look.
I looked back at the proud unsuspecting father, who was about to get two little children full of honey, and then back at the children. I about to stop my brother when I heard the little girl plead, “I don’t want too much!”