“Are you okay?” asked Mr. Zhora, looking around for whatever might have frightened her. Daniela pointed helplessly toward the slits in the wall. “Id douched me!”
He held up the lantern to get a better view. “I see nothing.”
Mrs. Cassar made a head count of the surrounding children. “Eric! Come out of there immediately!”
A moment later Eric Farr emerged from the mini-bone room with a mischievous grin on his face. Everyone laughed except Mrs. Cassar, who faced him down like an angry British drill sergeant. He stood before Mrs. Cassar, shrinking under her stern gaze while trying hard not to laugh.
“I was jusd playing a joke,” he said, stifling a guffaw by covering his mouth with his hand.
His older brother, Tahima, pointed at him and shook his head. “You’re in drouble now, liddle brother
