Ri’s costume was a combination of new finds and old imagination play things. She said she wanted her face make up as a zombie – the first time she’s ever sat for face design of any kind.The makeup was supposed to be an extension of her supersized brain, but she liked the iridescent blue and wasn’t interested in the veins to sell her look.
By the time we got to Halloween , she’d decided on “kitty” make up and discarded the brain. The lab coat stayed on.
I called her “confusion.” She walked door to door with a lunch box saying “TWICK OR TWEET” and other variations of the candy collecting phrase. She was adamant that her candy be deposited in that small box, even though it was full by the midway point around the neighborhood.
One thing was certain: despite the variety of costumed kids she passed, she was unafraid.