Chapter 15

“I would like a swing under the big tree in the garden,” Erin announced one morning as she prepared breakfast for Horton.

“A swing?” he said looking at her surprised. “What on earth do you want a swing for?”

“I used to have a swing as a child. I loved it. I want one again so I can swing and feel the wind in my hair.”

“Why don’t you just go and stand outside in the wind if you want to feel the wind in your hair?” Horton replied.

Erin was so angry she removed the pot of boiling oil from the stove and approached Horton where he sat. “What did you say?” she asked.

Horton looked up and quickly stood. He realized he was in big trouble as he knocked his chair over and backed away.

“I… I’ll make the swing okay?”

“Promise?” Erin said as she advanced still holding the pan ready with its boiling oil.

“I… I promise,” Horton replied.

“You better see that it happens,” Erin said coldly. “I can always pour this over you at night when you’re sleeping if you prefer.”