At work, Camilla scrunched up her face and tried to understand what the twins had meant last night when Tamara had told her the man who’d teased her wouldn’t bother her anymore.
“Why not?” she’d asked.
“Just because,” they’d said, and laughed.
She couldn’t get any more out of them. She hoped they hadn’t done anything naughty. With Evie and Tamara, it was hard to tell. They’d always loved to play jokes. Sometimes they weren’t nice ones, like when Evie shoplifted in high school, or when Tamara put a lizard in a mean girl’s backpack. Jokes, they said. All jokes. Camilla didn’t think it was right. But they didn’t listen to her.
She trod to the back of the garden to water the potted trees, wishing she could keep herself from checking the dirt for more mounds. She dreaded seeing a new one. Y
