The water felt good. Camilla stopped crying. After a few minutes, Evie took Camilla’s hand. “Let me see.”
Camilla stared at the red spot. The sight of it made her want to sob again.
“It’s not too bad. It won’t even blister,” Evie said.
“Really?” Camilla was glad of that. “But what about my supper?” she asked.
Evie smiled. “We’ll clean this up and I’ll heat you another dinner. We can still have our party if you promise not to tell Tamara what happened. She’d be furious with me for letting you make something hot and she’d blame me for your burn.”
“I won’t tell.”
“Good. It will be our secret. Now, grab some paper towels and we’ll sop this up.”
Camilla had great fun cleaning the mess. It felt gooey and slimy beneath her towel, like a snail trial after a snail passed by. She pretended to
