WHEN THEY GOT BACK to the house, Auntie Hazel wrapped Emily and Lana in her arms and kissed their heads like they were both her daughters. Emily acted just like a little kid, same way she’d been with her dad the whole way home. It was weird to watch. So weird Auntie Hazel even whispered to Lana, “Are you sure nothing... happened... while you were lost in the woods?”
Lana shook her head. “I think she’s delirious from the sun or something.”
“To bed with you,” Auntie Hazel commanded her daughter. “I’ll heat your dinner and bring it up.”
“Thanks, Mummy!” Emily replied before hopping up the stairs.
So strange.
Lana elected to eat dinner in front of the TV, even though that meant kneeling on the floor with her plate on the coffee table, in part because she liked being scrunched between
