We were getting our kitchen remodeled that fall. The remodeling company had promised that they would have the kitchen ready by Thanksgiving. So, at Halloween, everything was torn apart. Outside, a yellow remodeling permit was plastered across the front window. Inside, everything was a mess. All the kitchen items had been stored in boxes and out of reach, but I had saved a few tools in a bag. My most useful tool was my kitchen knife. I used it open packages, cut twine, prune rose bushes. It was my version of the Swiss Army knife.
For Halloween, I had purchased three over-sized bags, of which two were stacked near the door. The third I stored in the kitchen in a box along with the sugar and coffee.
The trick-or-treaters started arriving steadily after three o’clock. By seven o’ clock, I had used up two bags of candy. In the lull between trick-or-treaters, I rummaged in the kitchen for the third bag of candy. The box was stacked on top of other boxes. We had had no electricity in the kitchen for a day or two because of the remodeling. The doorbell rang. I grabbed the bag of Kit-Kats, but in my haste, some sugar fell on my head. I dusted it off as best as I could, and rushed to open the front door.
By now it was quite dark. A cluster of costumed teenage girls hovered outside the door.
“Hi,” I said, opening the door.
I complimented them on their costumes. They looked at me with open mouths, big eyes. One of them squinted at the yellow permit that she could not read in the dark.
“What’s that?” she asked pointing to the permit.
I tried unsuccessfully to open the bag of Kit-Kats.
“Oh, that!" I began, pulling at the bag once more. “Wait a minute; I have to get my knife.”
“Stay, right here," I said, turning towards the kitchen. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
I raced into the kitchen. It took me a while to return with the knife, but the girls had vanished. Then, I saw them on the opposite side of the court, huddled outside a neighbor’s door, pointing towards my door.
“Come back!” I called out, waving the knife. “I got the knife.”
But they never came back. I wonder why?