Wilhelmina lives in the suburbs. Her lawn is unkempt. The shutters of her house are falling off their hinges. Junk mail overflows her mailbox. Her garden houses weeds.
The neighbours frown in her direction while chatting on manicured grass, listening to their cherub wind chimes. None of them would dare complain to the old woman who lives alone, who is often seen in jogging pants and oversized t-shirts (clothes she refers to as her costumes). I mean, who wants to tell the unattractive old lady who lives with too many cats that she's lowering the property value of the neighbourhood?
Besides, they reason, on Halloween she always comes out dressed in that witch outfit, and all the kids love her. She's just a harmless old lady.
It's best they don't give her a hard time.
They would learn very quickly she isn't as frail or helpless as they assume she is.