Brie, fearing further scolding, wisely decided to take off her muddy shoes before following the others into the light blue trailer. With two loud rips each, she peeled back the velcro and slid her feet out.
“I’m glad you didn’t feel like tracking mud all through the house today.” Her father remarked sarcastically, looking up as she entered. He had been leaning down to speak with Jenny, who was nodding.
Brie dropped her shoes beside the door.
“Welp, looks like plans changed a little bit. You won’t be going trick-or-treating this year, thanks to your little ‘adventure.’
Brie’s heart sank, she had been looking forward to this for the last week. Her mouth agape, tears threatened the corners of her eyes. She said nothing.