Pinch

"Your decorations are fabulous!" Lorraine chirped, looking around delightedly. "All ready for trick-or-treaters and it isn't even October!" "It always looks like thi-OUCH!" Allen started, glaring at Emmie for pinching him. "Thank you so much, dear," Emmie cooed, playing along. "Would you like some tea? We have a new skull teapot." Lorraine squealed, "Wonderful! Oh, let's!" "The skull teapot is Jerry from down the street who disappeared in March," Allen whispered, but Emmie's blistering side eye shushed him. "I will pinch your soul next," she hissed (and she meant it).