You couldn't not be there." This was awful.

"Promise me you won't ever do it, grandma," pleaded Kezia.
The old woman went on knitting.
"Promise me! Say never!" But still her grandma was silent.
Kezia rolled off her bed; she couldn't bear it any longer, and lightly she leapt on to her grandma's knees, clasped her hands round the old woman's throat and began kissing her, under the chin, behind the ear, and blowing down her neck.
"Say never...

say never...

say never--" She gasped between the kisses.

And then she began, very softly and lightly, to tickle her grandma.
"Kezia!" The old woman dropped her knitting.