Then we might put out the light and you could have yours.

He said I only made it worse, cos I mustn't take things, so I got to go in the closet.

Will you hold me tight a little bit first?
He did." Margaret opened her arms and Billy rushed in and clung to her a few seconds, with all the force of his being, then he slipped to the floor and marched to the closet.

Margaret opened the door.

Billy gave one glance at the light, clinched his fists and, walking inside, climbed on a box.