Last year when I took my daughter and her friend trick-or-treating, they approached a brightly lit house alive with energy. The two girls knocked on the door, but no one came. Instead a woman leaned out of the window of a small kitchen crowded with people preparing a dinner party.
“I’m sorry, we don’t have any candy,” she apologized as the guests behind her scrambled around the counter in search of a suitable offering. “But … hold on … ” Milky Ways or no, they were determined to fulfill the age-old custom that when supplicants come to your door asking for food, you must give. She passed two pears from her fruit bowl through the window and dropped one into each girl’s bag. Apologies were made and thank yous exchanged as both giver and receivers laughed.
Fruit is not quite the letter of the Halloween law. But on a night when the dead roam the earth, it’s the spirit that matters.
