In the light of day it had been a silly thought. In the irrational darkness though, that of three o’clock in the morning, it was logical that they have an adventure.
“She’s going to be mad,” said the little girl as her brother helped her out the window.
“She’s always mad. Maybe that’s why daddy likes her.”
She nibbled a bit on her bread. She had snuck it to bed. So had her brother, but he had jammed it into one of his pockets. She could see the occasional crumb fall out through the bottom of his pocket. “Where’re we going?”
“To that weird tree she wouldn’t let us check out! If we’d just gone out with daddy, he would have let us explore.”
The little girl nodded, blinking the sleep from her eyes. In the daylight, she would have told him no. Right now?
The siblings wandered into the woods.