“Reminds me of the Halloween parties we used to go to as kids,” Sophie said, sounding reminiscent.
Caroline nodded in satisfaction. “It’s supposed to. Though, things have changed a little bit since the old days.” She shook her head and emitted a heavy sigh. “We’ve had to replace the apples in the barrel already because some kid kept biting into them but dropping them back into the water. Another little girl was horrified, saying they would all get streptococcus germs and die if they bit from the same apple.”
“Welcome to the twenty-first century, land of ten-year-olds who watchC.S.I.”
“Don’t go dissing my favorite show,” Sophie said, pointing her index finger at Mick.
