I suggested. “Nah,” said Allie. “But I like the food idea. How about bacon and eggs!” “Bacon and eggs?” I said dubiously, digging the toe of my boot into the dirt and shoving my mittens deeper into my pockets, even though it made it harder to balance on my swing. Since Halloween was two days away, Allie and I were spending our recess huddled on the swings, keeping an eye out for errant wall balls while brainstorming costume ideas. “What? I like bacon and eggs! If you don’t want to be bacon, you could be the eggs.” “Allie, duh,” I said. “You know I’m not kosher. Plus, even if I was, it’s not like I’d be eating you.” Allie laughed. “Well, then, why not?” she asked. “Smelly Fried Egg?” I said, even though I hated repeating what Nicky Benoit used to call me. “Come on, no one remembers that,” protested Allie. “They will if they see me dressed like a fried egg!” “Fine,” said Allie. “But I still think it’s a good idea. Hey, maybe Jenny can be eggs?
