I asked. I had just opened the door to Olivia, who was wearing a green dress, green tights, and a pair of old pink Ugg boots. She had a purse slung across her shoulder, with fake arrows—actually, on closer inspection, they were pens with feathers glued to the tops—sticking out of it. “Robin Hood. I steal from the rich and give to the poor!” Olivia came inside and closed the door behind her. She looked like a fairy that had gotten kicked out of fairy school. “Really, I just needed to find a costume that I could wear green tights with, because those are the only tights I have right now without holes, and this was all I could come up with. I look silly, I know.” Taylor laughed. “Kind of. Then again, look at me. This costume was my little cousin’s last year, but since I’m so short I can wear it. There are some advantages to not growing tall.” She twirled around in her Snow White costume, waving her arms in a delicate, graceful, Snow-Whitish way. She wore a black wig that made her hair look like a plastic shell, and a white headband.
