I heard the grandfather clock behind me counting out measured seconds leading to the next quarter-hour chime.
“Nothing to say?” I leaned closer, blowing on Mack’s face gently.
Mack’s bangs startled upwards, before settling back down. Not a single flicker of interest. I giggled, satisfied.
“You’ll think twice next time, hmm? Oh! Sorry. You can’t!”
Mack wouldn’t try controlling me again.
Whistling, I left. It was a good day to be free.