Excerpts “Don’t get into Mommy’s purse,” Kelly said out loud, remembering Mommy’s words. Even when she wasn’t looking, Mommy seemed to know when Kelly went near it and always said, “Don’t get into Mommy’s purse.” She even seemed to know when Kelly was thinking about it, because she’d say, “You’re not thinking about getting into my purse, are you?”Standing in front of Mommy’s purse, Kelly didn’t try to think about looking inside. The thought just popped into her head. The only place that felt safe was this little spot in the middle where she sat, frozen in place.“I’ll never get out,” she thought. “I’m stuck inside Mommy’s purse.”Kelly’s stomach growled. “Why did I ever want to get in here in the first place? This never would have happened if I didn’t want to get inside Mommy’s purse.” “What did you find in there?” asked Mommy as she gently rocked Kelly.“Do you really want to know?” asked Kelly. “It might scare you.”Before Mommy could answer, Kelly began to talk so fast that her words got tangled in tellingMommy all she had seen and done. As Kelly talked, Mommy reached inside her purse for herbrush and began to stroke Kelly’s hair, listening to Kelly’s every word.“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” asked Mommy.