Tuesday, October 31, a quarter past 7, we are just sitting down to dinner. It is already pouring rain and pitch dark. The doorbell rings. I open the door and there is a sweet little ghost of about five years old standing in front of the door. “Trick or treat,” she says. I take a piece of candy from the drawer and look down the dark garden path. You’re not alone, are you? I ask. No, says the ghost: “I am with my au pair.” I can’t suppress my smile. Halloween in the Gooi!
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