Maynard
At 6-foot, Maynard towered over the other trick-or-treaters on Gordon Street.
Although his mental capacity reflected that of a 5-year-old, his tall frame screamed “adult.”
Mrs. Smith should’ve just given Maynard some candy; she shouldn’t have questioned his age.
But Mrs. Smith often did things she shouldn’t, like marrying Mr. Smith for money and having an affair with Mr. Jones for lust.
At any rate, she shouldn’t have told Maynard, “No!”
“No” makes Maynard mad. “No” makes Maynard evil.
Nobody witnessed Mrs. Smith’s neck being broken, but nobody would’ve cared anyway. The bitchy busybody had offended her neighbors, especially Maynard.