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master trapper, and I wasn’t sure whether all of her “surprises” were already sprung.
Lila stood in the center of the room, cotton shorts and a tank top covering her thin body. That wasn’t all that was on her, though. There was something else. A weird … paste.
None of the girls in the first cabin were unscathed, although Lila and Rosemary clearly bore the brunt of the attack. The paste looked as though it had dropped from the sky, dispersing evenly. Something told me this little gift was delivered magically, although proof of that would be impossible to find.
Even though the paste was still fresh, it gave off a pungent odor. As I stared at Lila’s face I realized it was also changing color. It was darkening and … wow … it’s starting to smell like someone died in here.
“I’m guessing this is where all the eggs went,” Marnie murmured.
“It smells awful,” Twila said, pinching her nose. “It’s like … skunky.”
“I think it smells like a dead body,” I said.
“Really? I think it smells just like rotten eggs,” Marnie said.
“Are you going to do something about this?” Lila asked, her hair swinging as she swiveled to face us. “All our stuff is covered in this … crap. We smell.”
I pursed my lips to keep from laughing. “Well, we didn’t do it,” I said. “What do you want us to do about it?”
“Someone did it to us,” Lila said. “I’m betting it was your loser daughter and her loser cousins. She did it as payback for the china doll thing last night.”
“Did anyone see Bay, Clove and Thistle in here last night?” I asked.
No one raised their hands, causing Lila to frown. “I saw them.”
“Did you really?”
“I did,” Lila said. “They came in here and they dumped all of this stuff on us. Then they snuck back out.”
“If you saw them sneak in here, why didn’t you tell me last night?” I asked.
“I … .” Lila was having trouble coming up with a lie. Instead, she absent-mindedly started scratching her arm. “They must have drugged me,” she said finally. “I saw what was happening, but there was nothing I could do about it.”
“They drugged you? How did they manage that?”
“How should I know?” Lila started scratching harder. “They’re evil witches. They have ways of doing things. They probably hypnotized me before they did it.”
Lila was really digging her fingernails into her arm now. I moved toward her, being careful to step around the paste, and grabbed her hand away from her arm. “Why are you scratching like that?”
“I … I don’t know,” Lila admitted. “I’m itchy.”
Uh-oh. I think the paste was more than just ugly. I studied Lila’s arm, being careful not to touch the red bumps that were lifting. “You have poison oak.”
“What?” Lila screeched, ripping her arm away. “How did that happen?”
I had an idea. I glanced around the cabin. “Are all of you itchy?”
They nodded.
“Okay,” I said. “Um … I think you need to go down to the lake and rinse off. We can’t take a good look at you until we can see what we’re looking at.”
“I want Bay punished for this,” Lila said. “This is not funny.”
“You have no proof Bay did this.”
“I told you I saw her. Ow!” Lila’s hand flew up to her face and she started furiously scratching at her cheek.
Every lie Lila told increased her discomfort. This had Aunt Tillie written all over it. She was known to build lessons into her curses. This one was almost inspired.
“Go down to the lake and rinse off, Lila,” I said. “We’ll try to find something to help with the itching.”
“The only thing that’s going to help with the itching is Bay being punished,” Lila said. “I saw her and I want her punished. She’s evil. Evil. Evil. Ow!”
Lila’s hand drifted to the spot between her eyebrows, and even as she scratched I saw red bumps start to rise. The spell was ongoing. I wasn’t sure washing off the paste would fix it.
“Go rinse
Lila stood in the center of the room, cotton shorts and a tank top covering her thin body. That wasn’t all that was on her, though. There was something else. A weird … paste.
None of the girls in the first cabin were unscathed, although Lila and Rosemary clearly bore the brunt of the attack. The paste looked as though it had dropped from the sky, dispersing evenly. Something told me this little gift was delivered magically, although proof of that would be impossible to find.
Even though the paste was still fresh, it gave off a pungent odor. As I stared at Lila’s face I realized it was also changing color. It was darkening and … wow … it’s starting to smell like someone died in here.
“I’m guessing this is where all the eggs went,” Marnie murmured.
“It smells awful,” Twila said, pinching her nose. “It’s like … skunky.”
“I think it smells like a dead body,” I said.
“Really? I think it smells just like rotten eggs,” Marnie said.
“Are you going to do something about this?” Lila asked, her hair swinging as she swiveled to face us. “All our stuff is covered in this … crap. We smell.”
I pursed my lips to keep from laughing. “Well, we didn’t do it,” I said. “What do you want us to do about it?”
“Someone did it to us,” Lila said. “I’m betting it was your loser daughter and her loser cousins. She did it as payback for the china doll thing last night.”
“Did anyone see Bay, Clove and Thistle in here last night?” I asked.
No one raised their hands, causing Lila to frown. “I saw them.”
“Did you really?”
“I did,” Lila said. “They came in here and they dumped all of this stuff on us. Then they snuck back out.”
“If you saw them sneak in here, why didn’t you tell me last night?” I asked.
“I … .” Lila was having trouble coming up with a lie. Instead, she absent-mindedly started scratching her arm. “They must have drugged me,” she said finally. “I saw what was happening, but there was nothing I could do about it.”
“They drugged you? How did they manage that?”
“How should I know?” Lila started scratching harder. “They’re evil witches. They have ways of doing things. They probably hypnotized me before they did it.”
Lila was really digging her fingernails into her arm now. I moved toward her, being careful to step around the paste, and grabbed her hand away from her arm. “Why are you scratching like that?”
“I … I don’t know,” Lila admitted. “I’m itchy.”
Uh-oh. I think the paste was more than just ugly. I studied Lila’s arm, being careful not to touch the red bumps that were lifting. “You have poison oak.”
“What?” Lila screeched, ripping her arm away. “How did that happen?”
I had an idea. I glanced around the cabin. “Are all of you itchy?”
They nodded.
“Okay,” I said. “Um … I think you need to go down to the lake and rinse off. We can’t take a good look at you until we can see what we’re looking at.”
“I want Bay punished for this,” Lila said. “This is not funny.”
“You have no proof Bay did this.”
“I told you I saw her. Ow!” Lila’s hand flew up to her face and she started furiously scratching at her cheek.
Every lie Lila told increased her discomfort. This had Aunt Tillie written all over it. She was known to build lessons into her curses. This one was almost inspired.
“Go down to the lake and rinse off, Lila,” I said. “We’ll try to find something to help with the itching.”
“The only thing that’s going to help with the itching is Bay being punished,” Lila said. “I saw her and I want her punished. She’s evil. Evil. Evil. Ow!”
Lila’s hand drifted to the spot between her eyebrows, and even as she scratched I saw red bumps start to rise. The spell was ongoing. I wasn’t sure washing off the paste would fix it.
“Go rinse
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