Mother with the long blond hair walks into the room and stands with her arms folded, waiting for my reply. I touch a pain on my head, and my hand comes back red. Boy isn’t anywhere, and I’m glad for it. I don’t want him to be scared.
‘In the woods,’ I tell them, my cheeks wet. ‘She said she was Bloody Mary.’
Mother with the blond hair glares at Mother with the lazy eye. ‘I told you not to speak of such things around the girls. They’re still too young. They don’t know what they’re hearing.’
‘They need to learn.’
Mother with the blond hair grabs my shoulders. Shakes me. Her eyes skitter past my bloody temple. ‘What’s happened to Andrea? You left her in the woods? Where? What were you thinking, you willful girl?’
Without waiting for my reply, she runs into the backyard, screaming Andrea’
