The books had been stacked, the matchbox placed neatly on top. She said it was a warning, something placed by them so that others would know what happened. I didn’t quite see it that way, but I didn’t know enough yet to judge.
It didn’t look like much from the outside, but if she had told me what went on in there, we would have just kept walking.
Stop yelling “Carousel!” You’re too young to get that reference.