“You are forbidden from ever opening this box,” Matilda said, waving her pointer finger at her grandchildren.
Matilda looked at Mallory and sighed. “Never you mind. Never open this box. Do you understand.”
The two children nodded and watched as Matilda left the room.
“You’re not going to open it, are you?”
Mallory looked at James and smiled. “Of course I am stupid.”
“She said not to!”
“If Mom wasn’t so permissive, you wouldn’t even think about opening it.”
“Ooh, fancy talk for a baby!”
James stormed out of the room and Mallory’s attention turned to the box. As she opened it, a swirl of white mist engulfed her. All around her was white, as if she were in a cloud. Her grandmother’s laughter echoed. “Perhaps if you learn your lesson, I will let you out before your mother comes to collect you.”