I Made a Mistake

How long had I been bickering with my sister?

My sister, realizing that she'd wasted too much time at my place, immediately brought over a large delivery box and some blue packing tape and set them down in front of me.

"Now stop spouting nonsense and hurry up and get inside the box. If we're late for dinner, we're really screwed. You know Dad's scariest when he hasn't eaten, right?"

"Hungry Dad is scary, all right. He gets so edgy that you can't predict what he'll do. Fine, I'll get in."

I grumbled as I climbed into the box and crouched down, then cautiously asked my sister a question as she tried to seal it with blue packing tape.

"By the way, Sis, I have something I want to ask you."

"Ask quickly. We don't have time."

"What's the best way to buy myself even a little time against Dad? I want to use the safest method possible."

If I didn't do anything, the moment Dad unboxed me, he'd grab me with those pot-lid-sized hands and drag me into the Room of Truth.

If he dragged me into the room before anyone could stop him, I'd really get beaten like a dog on the hottest day of summer and subjected to some serious reeducation...