“I’ve been thinking,” Parker said.
“Not a good sign,” Miss Twizzle said and followed this with a snort.
Parker ignored the comment and continued. “How about if you let me go for one day. That would be long enough to let my mother and sister know I’m okay and to see how my sister is doing. I’ll come back right after that. I promise.”
Miss Twizzle threw her hands in the air, sending the concoction on the spoon flying in all directions. “What kind of fool do you take me for? I know full well that if I let you go, you’ll never come back. I know what liars children are. They’re all liars, every last one of them.” She dropped her hands to her hips and glared at Parker. The liquid on the spoon dripped to the floor, sizzling as it landed with loud plops. “Now go back to bed and don’t get up until I say you can.”
Parker dropped his chin. His shoulders slumped. He felt tears stinging the backs of his eyes. Still looking at the floor, he whispered, “Could you at least let Brinnli out of the locked room?”
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