‘Or, I can just start up this fire. Celeste, can I use your swimsuit? It looks like it’s made outta newspaper.’ Stanton smothered a giggle and caught daggers for it. Warmed my heart. Loud whispers then were exchanged between the two—deals with the devil bein’ made. I could eavesdrop enough to know that it sure wasn’t Stanton’s voice he was usin’. It was low and deep and made me feel funny. While that was goin’ on, I looked around and noticed there weren’t any of the normal critters about when Mr. Snow White was usually holdin’ forest court. Guess they had the same sixth sense that I did: this catch-you-next-Tuesday was a grade A bummer for the entire animal kingdom.
‘Hey, Lea, you mind if we take the boat out for a bit while you get the fire goin’?’ Seemed the brain trust had reached a co
