“Easy does it,” Clive said, under Tristan’s arm. He helped Tristan up the front steps. “Now where’s your key?”
Tristan stared at the door. It was moving. Behind him, he could hear a group of kids walking up to his porch. “In my pocket, I think.” He glanced over his shoulder at the kids standing on his first step and holding out their Halloween bags. “We’re out of candy, guys,” he said, leaning his hand against the door. “We’re broke. Nothing in this house but Kraft cheese and mayonnaise.” He laughed wryly.
Clive said a few words to the kids and sent them off. He stuck his hand down Tristan’s front pocket, digging for his key. “Let’s get you inside, buddy.”
“Hey, hey, watch it,” Tristan said, chuckling. “You think ‘cause I’m drunk, you can molest me?”
Clive shot him a sharp look and unl
