Chapter 13
“Becca! Becca!” Mikey ran up to the station wagon and banged on the window with the flat of his hand. “Your room burned down!”
I rubbed my face before looking past him. It must have been a trick of the eye, because the cottage wasn’t on fire. I was sure I’d seen flames as we were driving up.
Rolling down her window, Aunt Libby asked, “What are you talking about, Mikey?”
“Becca’s room was on fire,” he said, straight-faced. Mikey wouldn’t have played a trick like that, not on us. “We were roasting marshmallows and we looked through Becca’s window and it was like big flames.”
“God in Heaven!” Aunt Libby threw open the car door and raced to Uncle Flip, who was running across the front lawn. “Are you all right?”
I rolled down my window and watched them like a movie. N
