Colin had died again. Jory had been eaten by one of the ghouls and Kimi was still imprisoned in the mausoleum. He imagined her to be in a small room with no windows, and maybe a coffin, like pictures he’d seen of the inside of a pyramid in Egypt, part of last year’s geography section. He thought Kimi was probably something like his friend Madison, who was pretty tough. A tough cookie, which was something his grandmother used to say. Usually about herself. You can’t keep a tough cookie down, she’d say. When he was little, this had bothered him because cookies weren’t tough, or weren’t supposed to be. Chewy was OK, or crispy. But tough was like meat that you had to keep in your mouth for a long time until it was tasteless and maybe you could spit it out if no one was looking.
Sugar Castle, Chapter 3
Sugar Castle, Chapter 3
Sugar Castle, Chapter 3
Colin had died again. Jory had been eaten by one of the ghouls and Kimi was still imprisoned in the mausoleum. He imagined her to be in a small room with no windows, and maybe a coffin, like pictures he’d seen of the inside of a pyramid in Egypt, part of last year’s geography section. He thought Kimi was probably something like his friend Madison, who was pretty tough. A tough cookie, which was something his grandmother used to say. Usually about herself. You can’t keep a tough cookie down, she’d say. When he was little, this had bothered him because cookies weren’t tough, or weren’t supposed to be. Chewy was OK, or crispy. But tough was like meat that you had to keep in your mouth for a long time until it was tasteless and maybe you could spit it out if no one was looking.