I let go of her hand when we got to the garage, hurrying down the steps to unlock the doors on my parents’ ancient car – it didn’t even have a remote! Talk about the dark ages… I peeked into the backseat, confirming that our candy bags were there and waiting, along with a back-up pair. I looked up from that, halfway wondering what was taking Nancy so long, before seeing her still at the top of the stairs, one foot lifted uncertainly. She stayed like that for a few moments, staring down at the step below her, before setting her foot back down.

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