When Sienna Johnson and her grandmother walked into the room with the coffin, Kiki was with Curly, gently trying to persuade her, "Curly, you can't stay in there. This isn't a place for you to sleep."
"I don't care! I just want to sleep here," Curly said stubbornly.
"If you sleep here, where is Great-Grandma supposed to sleep?"
"Great-Grandma can sleep in my bed!"
"This..." Kiki leaned against the coffin. She had a troubled look on her face, unsure how to coax the little one out.
"Kiki, it's so comfortable in here, and there's a faint scent. Come smell it... Kiki, why don't you sleep in here with me tonight?"
Kiki felt goosebumps rise all over her body. If she slept in the coffin too, she would definitely suffer from insomnia! She was too faint-hearted.
"Curly, you can't sleep in here."
"I insist on sleeping here!" Curly defiantly stuck her tongue out at Kiki, looking like a little devil.
