There’s not even one shot of the moon that I can remember, and our first werewolf sighting takes place after dawn.

Dead animals littered the side of the road; deer, raccoons, something that looked like a purple jackal, a Chupacabra or two, what looked like a werewolf, and at least one low-flying turkey vulture.

In Forks, a thriving commerce has grown up around the “Twilight” saga, drawing a steady stream of visitors to wander where its fictional werewolves and vampires roam.

“No, no, it’s not scary. It’s just fun. All the kids will wear costumes. Richie’s going to be a werewolf. So what are you going to wear? A fur coat?”

Who knows if “Oh, Mary!” will be among the first of many reclamations of Mary Todd Lincoln as werewolf, mercenary or other genre trope.