“In those days,” said Grandpapa from his recliner, “space was not yet a vacuum, and hellfire had a name unmathematical.”
The older kids playing poker at the table rolled their eyes. The little ones on the floor kept setting up Mousetrap.
“But Grandpapa,” Ivy looked up from the instructions. “Space was always a vacuum.”
“Now you’ve done it,” groaned Rory and threw his cards down.
“We couldn’t quite escape, you see,” said Grandpapa, “we had not yet tamed the demons. Not entirely.”