Matthew had been the more gregarious of the two. It was the ultimate compliment to his hosting skills that so many people often dropped by, unannounced.
When he died ten years ago, she shut her front door and gradually those unannounced visitors stopped coming.
Hallowe’en, however, every year brought the neighbourhood’s children, craving comments on cute costumes and greedily demanding sweets.
The doorbell sounded at 6pm. She sighed and heaved herself up.
“Jenny – you’ve been hiding away too long. It isn’t good for a person.”
She stuck out a tentative hand.