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girls like drama,” I said. “Evil teenage girls like evil drama.”
    “Well, let’s find them,” Terry said. “I’m not particularly worried about the evil, but I’m not thrilled with the idea of those two wandering around the woods on their own.”
    “Do you think something could’ve happened to them? Do you think they could’ve been kidnapped?” Marnie calls me an alarmist. I see it, but I can’t stop myself from doing it.
    “I think anyone who tried to kidnap them would throw them back within five minutes,” Terry said. “I’m more worried that they might get lost in the woods. Those aren’t the type of girls who can survive on their own.”
    “Are you worried wolves might eat them?”
    “They’re more likely to eat the wolves,” Terry said. “I am worried one of them could rip their clothes and lose their mind, though.”
    He makes me laugh. I can’t help it. He has a dry sense of humor, but he’s always funny. “Well, maybe they went back to their cabin.”
    “In an ideal world, they’d be in bed,” Terry said. “We don’t live in an ideal world, though. Let’s … .”
    He was cut short  when a chorus of screams erupted around the bonfire. We both turned quickly, scanning the flailing and screaming kids for the source of their panic.
    It didn’t take me long to see the reason. Lila stood in the middle of the group, her face powder white and fake blood dripping down the side of her head. She’d made herself up to look like a deranged china doll. While most of the kids scattered to give her room to work, signifying they realized what was going on, Bay remained seated.
    Lila jumped at her, extending her fingers and clawing at the side of Bay’s face. In her haste to get away, Bay tipped her chair, her legs tangling with the plastic at the bottom of the chair and causing her to fall to the side.
    The second Bay hit the ground, the rest of the girls – and most of the boys – erupted into hysterical laughter.
    “Oh, man, did you see her face?” one of the boys asked.
    Lila, clearly proud of herself, high-fived Rosemary. “I told you I would get you back,” she said, glaring down at Bay.
    Thistle and Clove were on either side of Bay, but they had trouble hoisting her to a standing position. Like a pack of wild hyenas, a bevy of the girls filled the space behind Lila, pointing in Bay’s direction, laughing.
    Bay’s face was hard to read, but I could see the unshed tears glittering in her eyes. Before I could make a move to go to her, though, the dark-haired boy pushed the girls out of the way and kneeled next to Bay.
    “You guys are so stupid,” he said. “That wasn’t even scary. She didn’t fall because she was scared. She fell because she got tangled in the chair. Stop being idiots.”
    My earlier ire with the smart-mouthed s’mores boy evaporated. He may be mouthy, but he was also brave. He didn’t care what the other kids thought about him. He only cared about doing the right thing.
    “What’s his name?”
    Terry shrugged. “I can never keep their names straight. I just call them all ‘son’ and hope I don’t offend them. I see too many faces.”
    “He’s a good kid,” I said.
    “That’s probably why he decided to help the other good kids,” Terry said. “Do you want to do something with Lila?”
    “If I go after her, it’s just going to reinforce her status at camp,” I said. “It’s better to ignore her.”
    “That’s progressive thinking.”
    “It is,” I said. I squeezed his hand briefly and then moved back toward the fire. Bay was back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest, as Thistle leaned in and whispered in her ear. If they weren’t plotting something before, they definitely were now.
    Aunt Tillie shuffled up beside me. “This is my fault,” she said.
    “It’s Lila’s fault,” I replied. “I’m trusting you to fix it.”
    Aunt Tillie’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”
    “Keep it quiet,” I said. “Let Lila have her