Before bed, my little sister begged for a story from the old book we found at the yard sale. Halfway through, the hero entered a cave, and the words on the page grew darker. My sister’s eyes widened. I kept my voice cheerful and, without pausing, turned two pages at once. “And then the hero found a lantern,” I said quickly. “Wasn’t there a monster?” my sister asked. I smiled. “Not in this story,” I said, and watched her shoulders relax as she snuggled into the blanket.