I was about to take my prize back to my bedroom, but my grandmother had seen me sneaking out of the kitchen – and noticed she was one cookie short.
I heard her stern voice behind me. “Sarah – stop right there!”
I tried to hide the cookie behind a bag I was carrying but my grandmother demanded to see my hands, and there was no escape.
I held out both hands, and there was the cookie in one of them.
“You are a very naughty girl!” my grandmother told me.
She took me by the arm and walked me to my bedroom.
She sat down on my bed and looked me in the eye.